Forgiving Myself November 24, 2010Posted by jeneypeney in 30 days of truth, girl problems, life, love bites, wishing and dreaming.
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30 Days of Truth: Day 3
Something You Have to Forgive Yourself For
Wow. This is going to be hard to publish.
I’ve known for a long, long time that I am my own worst enemy.
I am constantly setting the bar absurdly high for myself and I never fail to berate the failure inside me for not achieving those ridiculous goals I set. I am, simply, too hard on myself.
As most of you will remember, I went through a severely self-destructive point in my life where I made awful, terrible life choices that still haunt me to this very moment. While I know the reasons I even took these leaps into the dark and dangerous were not my fault – they were still my choices to make.
I have never – ever – forgiven myself for putting myself into those situations.
And now I have this wonderful, loving, and absolutely perfect man in my life who loves the shit out of me, and I can’t help but think I don’t deserve him; that he should have a woman in his life that is less damaged and used. I am plagued by the feeling that someday all of my transgressions will finally hit him (although he knows about them already), and he’ll realize I am no good for him… or anyone else.
Those feelings? Those stupid mistakes I made years ago? That is what I need to forgive myself for. I have to reach deep down inside and find it in my heart to know that it is all in my past and I cannot change it. Every stupid choice and every regret has shaped me into the woman who The Actual asked to marry him – that this woman is no longer broken and is worthy of love and affection and all that shmoopy bullshit that comes with it.
I have to forgive myself for those desperate mistakes I made. They may have been the worst ones – but they weren’t the only ones. And they certainly won’t be the last.
When Harry Potter meets Iron Chef November 17, 2010Posted by jeneypeney in 30 days of truth, cooking, master of the spatula, nerdgasm.
30 Days of Truth: Day 2
Something you love about yourself.
I wish I could say there was some phenomenal part of my body I absolutely adore. Or some great aspect of my personality that trumps everything I hate about myself – but in all honesty it is a simple skill I have that I love most about myself…
I kind of rock in the cooking and baking department.
Do you remember that scene in Harry Potter where he picks up his wand for the first time and crazy sparks fly out of the tip? (twss?)
Well that’s how it is when I pick up a spatula.
The baking isle of the grocery is my Diagon Alley. Paula Dean is my Minerva McGonagall.
Rachel Ray is my Draco Malfoy. The kitchen is my Room of Requirement. A food processor, Kitchen Aid mixer, and “Kiss the Chef” apron are my Deathly Hallows.
I can whip up a mean Chicken Paprika, Sheppard’s Pie, Tortilla Casserole, Pistachio Bunt Cake, Reuben Pizza, Chicken Zucchini Spinach Lasagna Roll Ups, Banana Walnut Pancakes, Chicken Sausage Shrimp Gumbo, Oatmeal Crisp Apple Pie* and everything in between.
I absolutely love cooking – especially for other people. And I pride myself in the fact that I can do it pretty well.
So if there was ever a reason for you to come visit me in Fargo, it’s my cooking. Because I kind of kick ass at it.
* Want the recipes? E-mail me…