Oh, hello! Come in. We’re having hummus and pita. YUM!
Oh, and don’t mind ~Moo~… It seems her participle is dangling. *blush*
I thought this was a tough one. I don’t have kids (that I know of) and I’m not married. So I am not living for them.
I’ve already written about my mom and that she is my hero. So maybe her.
I think until I started Reform School, I had no idea who I was living for, or why, for that matter. But I’m living for me. I’m living so that I can experience things and maybe matter to someone in this world in some small way.
For the first time in a long time, I can feel the cobwebs shaking off and I’m going to really start living.
And Mean Marcy is going to help me.
Oh, and I do live for the Wonder Twins. They need me and in no small way, I need them.
Tomorrow: Day 8: Someone who made your life hell.