Doing Epic Sh*t
Anyone who knows me is well aware that I'm no delicate flower. I have 1 whole feeling and I'm laissez-faire about lot of things and life in general. I like to think I'm not real easily offended and that I'm pretty sturdy in my morals. I was once described as 'slippery yet dense' which I haven't quite unpacked and figured out what it meant but I think it was meant in a good way for a corn fed midwestern girl with an up-beat personality. All these ingredients make up the chaotic good which is an Ali. And that's also what made these recent weeks strange. For the first time in my life, I felt the dislike of me around me. Now, this is not to go on and say I'm the most likable person who lights up the room everyday. Some people's rooms might light up when I leave it and that's just fine. My 1 feeling isn't hurt by this. However, when they say it's lonely at the top of the mountain, oh-wee, they aren't kidding. When I was lit...