I feel like a putz. My choices in life are clear. I have never regretted a single decision to make an unseflish life decision. I only regret the selfish ones.
Every challenge makes me a stronger, better person. So reading my previous post — a continuation of last night’s tantrum — eight hours later makes me feel like a putz.
But hey, you get to see my ugly side for once. I worry that I only post positive stuff and am not honest enough with y’all. So there you go. I’m not afraid to be a putz.