Wednesday, March 22, 2006


I keep reminding myself: I cannot expect anyone, or any circumstance, to rescue me. I have to rescue myself. Oh God, and it's so chicken-soup-for-the-soul to write things like this in an online blog. But disregarding my aversion for the cliché, I have to rescue myself.

This is incredibly hard to remember; more difficult yet to do.

Rescuing myself is not something I want to do in the morning. Nor is it something I want to do between 6:00 and 8:00 in the evening. These seem to be the times when I'm most likely to find a chocolate bar or waste time hitting the little "next blog" button or endlessly viewing my own myspace site.

1 comment:

barefoot_mistress said...

Stumbled upon your blog, Lucy! Hope you do well at rescuing yourself, and, I know the feeling...