Last night, one of the people I’ve met through Twitter posted the following stream of angry tweets. (Read them in reverse order.)
I probably don’t have to tell you how much these hit home for me. I’m not the one she’s talking about, but I may as well be. How many years have I whined about wanting something more? About wishing I could lose weight? About how I can’t seem to follow through with anything?
Here is a person who seems to actually be able to do those things, frustrated as hell with someone like me who won’t get organized and do it. I can’t blame her for feeling that way. I’m frustrated with myself most of the time.