#Ulog is a blog about You
puts it: You are the Celebrity, and We are your Fans. It's a wonderful initiative to get Steemians blogging more regularly, if you don't have an idea for something to write about, write a Ulog.How?
- Number your Ulogs as you go
- Use the tags #ulog and/or #ulogs (does not have to be the 1st tag)
- #ForHeavenSakeKeepOnSteemin
Here I Go #SteemFam ~ #Ulog Numero 47!
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today. They proudly handed them to me saying they got them with their own money. Heart Melted obvs...
They were attached to these...
It's nice to know my little sweeties still remember me, haha, but seriously though, they have been staying with their Dad for the last week.
It's the longest I've ever gone without them here, and look at me go, I survived!
It's been amazing for them because they are surrounded with family, and some even came in from out of town. Just knowing how in Heaven they are makes me feel good.
This time alone is necessary for me, in major ways. This was and is my choice.
Being alone on Christmas Eve, waking up alone on Christmas morning, here, alone on New Year's Eve...I feel like I am being initiated. Like some kind of rite of passage I am putting myself through, so I can finally heal.
Face reality...with a new face.
I did hang out with them over at their place for the really important times, and I had the invite to go there as much as I wanted. B's family loves me with open arms.
The transition, it's difficult. More than words can say actually. My time with myself has been a rip off the bandaid time. Bring on the pain. No use hiding from it. Life has changed irreversibly.
I'm pushing myself hard.
To see if I break.
So far I haven't needed help. I've been facing this on my own, and have wanted it that way. Testing my strength. I haven't been tested in so long.
My whole life I've been around people. A lot of people. Especially at the holidays. This was my first Christmas alone, in my whole 38 years of life. My first New Year's Eve. I used to be such an extrovert. I couldn't imagine aloneness. The enjoyment of being alone.
I am wowing myself every day.
I don't understand who this woman is.
What I have become. When did this transition from extrovert to total introvert happen?
I used to be more afraid of being alone than anything.
Taking Care of Only Me
Self care to me is #DeepThoughtsTea and #CarbPorn
The difference between a flower and a weed, is judgement.
Some More #CarbPorn That I Made Tonight
I'm trying to show you that while I am making this post on the black couch, I looked behind me and realized that Scratcher and Grayson are "Sphinxing" behind me! (Some of you will remember the "Sphinxing!)
Omg look at Scratcher's eye, I have angered the Sphinx, fuck I'm outta here before she strikes me down!
Later On...(because this post took forever to type)
#Ulog
Over.