I kind of won the lottery...it didn’t help...the universe threw a wealthy man at me. For some odd reason he wanted to marry me. Even stranger...I accepted his proposal. I usually went for the bad boy types, and my husband is a genuine nice guy. Now I managed to wrangle it around in my mind and manage to feel guilty for having money. It never ends. I’m ridiculous.

I do need to work on accepting myself as I am. I have managed to do it in the past and felt better, but it sort of wore off. I look in the mirror and think ”who the hell are you?”

I need to drag out my workbooks or journal and start figuring out who I am again. Maybe I’m getting manic....