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I started writing this blog so that I could say what I needed to say. I wanted a way to get thoughts, feelings, and observations out without having to quantify or qualify them. It was basically a way for me to talk to myself without looking crazy.

Now that I've publicized it to several friends, I feel like I have to censor myself. While some of my other bloggers want people to read their stuff, that was never the goal for me. At least not at first.

Anyway...I said all that to say that there are things that I need to say because they're weighing on my heart. In no particular order...

1. Mr. Wonderful and I are going to Texas for Thanksgiving. I'd love to say that I'm excited, but I'm not. I'm freakin' terrified! My mom and my friends have never had to share me, and I don't know how they'll handle it. I'm especially concerned about my best friend. I've been his beard for as long as I can remember, and I just hope he'll be able to be happy for me now that I actually have a man.

2. I'm debating on cutting my hair. And I'm not talking about a trim. I'm thinking about whacking it off to where my curls start. We're talking maybe an inch or two. My brother told me he could do it, but I'm concerned that my brand of cute won't carry without hair.

3. I still don't have a job. At this point, it's hard for me to remember what I'm actually good at. My confidence is waning, and it's getting harder and harder to remember what I can do.

4. I'll celebrate another birthday next Sunday. Even though I'm happy to have someone to celebrate with, I don't know why I'd want to. I'll be one day closer to 40 with no job prospects, no savings, and more debt that I care to mention.

Okay...that's all for now.

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