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This exercise is making me realize that emotionally I’m healthier than I thought, since prompts like this make me realize that I really haven’t obsessed over what I’m NOT praised for. Back when I was in school, I think I sought a lot praise for balancing (or “balancing,” really) everything. And even though people did occasionally say, “Wow, I don’t know how you do it,” I think I wanted more…sympathy? I don’t know. But that’s sort of the last thing that I remember really pouting about.

I don’t seem to get any compliments on how well I sleep. Or maybe I do but don’t hear them because I’m passed out. Maybe the husband invites our friends and family over during the night and they all stand around me going, “Wow. Look at her go. Look at that drool string reaching from her mouth to her pillow! She’s an inspiration.” But I kind of doubt it. I go through bouts of insomnia from time to time, but when I’m not, I am seriously ON my sleeping game. My powerful sleeping skills prevent me from waking up early every single day, which I think is pretty impressive.

Back when I was a teenager and I was still in ballet, my winters were always completely bonkers with Nutcracker stuff. In the midst of Nutcracker performances, a ballet mistress (which is a big deal) from the New York City Ballet was visiting Pittsburgh and wanted to lead a rehearsal of my class in Concerto Barocco, which is one of the toughest ballets ever. (You can check out more info about it here.) Already exhausted from our harried schedule of school, ballet classes, rehearsals, and Nutcracker performances, we trudged up to one of the studios in the Benedum Center. My group went first. We did well. I sat down to stretch and watch the other group go. The next thing I knew, I was pulling my face out of a puddle of drool on the floor and the ballet mistress was glaring at me. I had fallen asleep on the floor and apparently had made it very evident that I was unconscious. No one complimented me on my awesome time management skills that allowed me to squeeze in a nap during a packed day. Jerks.

Day 1 Something you hate about yourself.
Day 2 Something you love about yourself.
Day 3 Something you have to forgive yourself for.
Day 4 Something you have to forgive someone for.
Day 5 Something you hope to do in your life.
Day 6 Something you hope you never have to do.
Day 7 Someone who has made your life worth living for.
Day 8 Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.
Day 9 Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
Day 10 Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.
Day 11 Something people seem to compliment you the most on.
Day 12 Something you never get compliments on.
Day 13 A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)
Day 14 A hero that has let you down. (letter)
Day 15 Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
Day 16 Someone or something you definitely could live without.
Day 17 A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.
Day 18 Your views on gay marriage.
Day 19 What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?
Day 20 Your views on drugs and alcohol.
Day 21 (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?
Day 22 Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.
Day 23 Something you wish you had done in your life.
Day 24 Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)
Day 25 The reason you believe you’re still alive today.
Day 26 Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?
Day 27 What’s the best thing going for you right now?
Day 28 What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?
Day 29 Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.
Day 30 A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself

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