Many give the number 13 a bad rap but I've always given 13 a fair shot. In my younger softball days, I used to battle teammates for number 13. There is no real rhyme or reason for it but I always had a fondness for it. Perhaps it's the visual of the number - a straight line followed by one of the most voluptuous numbers there is. Maybe it was the motion of hand writing it that I enjoyed. All I know is that I truly loved that number...UNTIL NOW!
Let me be the first to tell you that that nonsense stops right here...right now. No longer will I allow utter knuckleheads to completely break my spirit and make me feel so bad about myself that I isolate from friends and family, and cry at the drop of a hat...or a commercial...or a song on the radio...or anything, really.
Perhaps I needed to hit rock bottom so I could grow and shine brighter than ever. Well, friends, get out those sunglasses. I'm about to 180* this bitch!
I will admit that 2013 wasn't all for nothing. I mean, it's always beneficial to get a reality check. This past year made it abundantly clear who my true friends are and who I can trust. I got a real good picture of who's looking out for me and who's just trying to take me down.
(Sounds so Melrose Place, right?)
Luckily, there's only one direction to travel when you're down this low. Onwards and upwards.
To those that were there for me in my "time of need", I will not soon forget it. Good things will come to you.
I just hope some of those good things will come to me too. Actually, maybe some of them should come to me first. I think I'm due.
