A Femme Feetale

Welcome to my feetale of self-liberation. I never really allowed myself to have a reckless, carefree phase – so perhaps I’m due.

I was born with a sensible adult mentality, meaning I was a freakishly ‘good’ kid, driven by a self-imposed need to follow the rules, stay out of trouble and avoid making waves. I got great at assessing weird risks – I imagine I’d have killed in the Actuary game. I digress.

Thanks anxiety et al. for decades of awkwardness- but I’m on to ya now ya sneaky bitch.

Turns out, despite the bullshit I’ve been selling myself: I do not have to take care of everything at my own expense – I have to make myself a priority if I want to be happy.

Since you can’t change by doing the same old stuff – time to make some intentional departures from the track I’m on.

Like selling feet pics.