The harder I try to be confident, the harder it is.
I gave a little lecture to friends of mine about motherhood in the New Deal and how it relates to current affairs. I didnt do the best job, but I did it. It felt good to follow through, but made me super self conscious. I guess just having done it is good enough.
Things have been good though. I am working for the census and am pretty excited about it. I am going to make a lot of money. Then I am going to buy a wheatgrass juicer.
If Simon gets me his number, I am actually going to call a boy that I don't know and invite him over to our house. This is huge for me, but it is more about reaching out than it is romance.