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The 28th Day: Entry One

This is my 28th year of life. I have decided that every month until the 3rd of September 2012, I will reflect on my life on the month’s 28th day.
I am posting this on the 29th because I forgot. I mixed the days up abit.
Anyhow, this month, I discovered that I have a pretty functional heart. I discovered also that my tear glands can have a mind of their own; that contrary to my erstwhile held belief, crying does make me feel a wee bit better if I just let the tears flow and not feign ‘African woman’ strength.
I also concretized what I want from my love life. I made peace with my oft branded ‘high standards’ and decided that he that seeks the position of my significant other will have to fit in or fit out. Consequently, I acknowledged that I want the ‘dream’… marriage, babies, picket fence, e.t.c…just not now…not in the next two years at least.
I committed to a year of self discovery.
I committed to learning how to drive eight years after dad passed.
I decided that I will mark myself with a tattoo of choice at some point in the year and be done with my ‘rebellious act’ of my 20s.
I ended my brief relationship with Linux…for all its ‘weightlessness’ using it is like having to slice your own bread every morning, not much fun.
I employed the services of a counselor and was fortified in my decision to one day run a ‘counseling clinic’…no medication, no aromatherapy or reflexology…just a place one can go to talk to someone and be listened to. No advice given. Just listening.
Yeah. I think that’s about it for my first entry.
Will be back next month
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  1. AnonymousFebruary 1, 2012 at 10:33 PM

    a counselling clinic in Uganda is a great idea!! this business of keeping quiet ..of only the rat in the house should not what is going on in there... I am not sure how well it works. Sometimes, we just need to talk. to be listened to.

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  2. AnonymousApril 26, 2012 at 12:57 AM

    i love the idea...just talking and listening


    E.A

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