Mare's New Deal (not Truman's)

Truman does not get a say in my New Deal. So, my New Deal (or rather New Plan) is this: self-actualization. Definition: to develop or achieve one's full potential. You know, I'm not happy with who I am and looking back, I never have been. I mean, I'm sure this is quite common and this probably isn't a news flash to y'all, but I've decided that I'm quite tired of it. I'm tired of being what I am expected to be, or what other people (mainly my family) want me to be. I just want to be me. The sad part is though, I've tried to be what I think I'm suppose to be for so long that I don't know who I am. Thus the New Deal. I got out a book from the library (Dr Phil's Self Matters) and I shall endeavour to become self-actualized (or, as he puts it, find my 'authentic self'). Well, that's the plan anyways. We'll see how it goes. Probably not well, but whatevs. At least it's a start. I'll keep you posted.
Clare's last night was delightful. Lots of good gossip, so I am once more ready to face the world, armed with knowledge. Perhaps even armed and dangerous. You know, it's quite impressive how many topics we manage to get through in a couple of hours. We may not have solved the world's problems, but mine are getting better. Well, I hope. I just suck at problem solving. My plan has always been rather Descartes-esque (and way before I even knew of the existance of such a person): pretend there is no problem and it will vanish. But I've come to see this philosophy really doesn't work. In fact, it just makes the problem worse. Silly Mare, thinking she could doubt things out of existence. Oh well. Mare will do what she must, otherwise Clare and Rabe will kick her butt into it, right ladies? Right.