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oh yeahhhh

 i'm feeling nyself baby!  Hit a goal this morning when i stepped on the scale.  Did a little happy dance, and now it's time to work on the next goal.  It feels good to see results.  Slowly.....but getting there.

Mr. FB texted me at 2pm yesterday saying he hadn't heard from me.  I ignored the text.  If he was actually wondering why he hadn't heard from me, he would have asked me in the morning.  Something better came up for him, and it didn't work out, so he reached back out to me.  I'm not slow Mr. FB.  Better luck next time....with someone else.

Yesterday i cleaned out my closet.  Literally.  The big scary one with all the stuff that has no other place to go lives.  My craft supplies.  I needed to evaluate what i have so i don't repurchase (no spend remember) and also, to throw away the stuff i've been holding on to for years but haven't actually used.  Now the closet is leaner, and i can find what i need easily.

I keep purging stuff i don't use because when i say i'm getting ready for van life, i'm not kidding.  I found a bunch of notebooks that i had written notes about van life so i merged them all into the one i had created with sections in a binder.  So now that is all in once place, easy to reach and add to.  



I also painted a birthday card for my granddaughter.  I started it over 5 times and i like the result, even if it's not "professional" .  I hope it will mean something to her if she keeps it.  This kid keeps everything I give her, which is why I really started thinking about what will age well with her.  Of course i had to get her fun stuff for her birthday, and comfy stuff.......she loves a good blanket.  Thats my girl.  Her mother may kill me over the shouting game i got for her but it's a sneaky way for her to learn while having fun and it will grow with her.  Loud Librarians.  Looks hysterical.  

Today i am supposed to clean and do chores.  I don't feel like it.  Screw it.  The floors and the laundry can wait until tomorrow.  I'm going to do some diamond dots and listen to a true crime podcast before i have to get ready to leave for a birthday party.  

My mood is picking up.  I hope i'm on the upswing and that it centers out at a good place and stays there for a while.  

I did some rearranging and setting up a cozy area for myself in the living room.  I'm ready for fall, snuggling down and reading, solving puzzles, and binge watching television when i'm not out having fun with my friends.

Let's go!

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