Look out

... so this might be a woe-is-me moment as I type with one hand and eat the Almond Joy that's been squashed in the bottom of my purse for two days with the other...

It's very clear to me that I need to make some changes and I've been dancing around what I think is the heart of the matter by emptying my apartment of junk I don't use often enough to justify keeping it.

How is it that a person can know, or at least have a good idea, of what needs to be addressed, but still be afraid to address it? 

idfk. my candy bar is gone and so am I... for now