I’m not about to fall behind on the “best of 2009″ craze – no, sir! And since this blog is (half of) all I have to show for my year (the other half is at Love Me Argentina), I figured it would be a good idea to pick out my favorite posts from this year, errm, since July.
I originally started this blog because a) I wanted attention, b) I wanted to write, c) I wanted to write about normal life things that people go through, and d) I like to look back on my own rants and think “you clever witty thing! That’s genius!”
So, for the sake of brevity and the fact that I’m supposed to be feeding my neighbor’s dogs right now (I’m a great house-sitter, let’s talk later), I only picked 5. Then again, I only have 55 confessions, so that’s almost 10%. Let’s not get picky with the decimals, it’s Christmas!
1. Confession #5: I hate showers. - This one still sort of rings true, even though I wrote it when I was still in Argentina. Since I started working out a lot more regularly (and lost 20 pounds, ahem, thank you), I figured it might be a good idea to shower at least every day. It’s not my favorite thing to do, but I’ll do it because I care about others. I was raised right, you know?
2. For myself. - This one was at a rough patch – my resources during rough patches are Jesus, my mother, and Maya Angelou. Haha. But not really haha because I really, really love Maya’s (we’re on a first name basis) poems and writing. So this poem lifted me up. I’m a cheeseball, it’s in my DNA.
3. Confession #47: Jesus is better than homemade religion. - This one is actually not all me – it’s mostly my friend Daniel, he wrote the meat of this post and I asked him if I could publish it here. It’s good, it’s to-the-point, and I believe in it. I’m thankful that the truth became more clear to me this year. Still, I’m a work in progress.
4. I’m going to steal your haircut, and then YOUR MAN. Fear meee! – This one is slightly hilarious, honest, and it emphasizes my “journey” (if you will) with myself and my body and my self-esteem. I may not be Foxy Cleopatra, but I’m still a whole ‘lotta woman! (And I still hate skinny jeans.)
5. Confession #48: I was just kidding. – This was an exercise in pioneering (if that’s not a word then I just made it up), I went forth, brave and strong, and “took back” one of my confessions. If you read anything in hopes to find out about me, I think this is a good place to start.
- I hope you like at least one of those. It’s statistically proven that nice, good people enjoy my writing.
Merry Christmas! Tamales call my name!