A couple of weeks ago we moved, and my new house is great! I have my own room with a full bathroom and two huge windows and two floor to ceiling mirrors. It’s everything I could ask for in a room. We also have five chickens!!! Our egg dishes have been SO good recently. And we never have to buy eggs again.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about this boy I like and whether or not he likes me. I’ve liked him for a year now, and I still haven’t done anything about it. But things are different now, I’m older and less anxious. I had to spend a lot of time reminding myself that even if he doesn’t like me, it’s not the end of the world, and now I feel the confidence to tell him. My Magic 8-ball says he likes me, and my best friend is like, “What is there NOT to like about you?” I’m truly realizing that I AM pretty great and I would probably make whoever I’m dating super happy. I used to have a lot of appearance-based insecurity because he’s SO cute, but I’m cute, too.

This Getting Real thing has forced me to look at all the great parts of myself. I’m a good person and I deserve to be loved and all that shit, and the only thing really stopping me is me. I don’t want to stop myself anymore. So, on the 17th I’m gonna tell him, because that’s my favorite number. Plus, the moon and Jupiter will be in Libra that day, and he’s a Libra. And Venus and Mars are in Pisces, and I’m a Pisces. My gut tells me there won’t be another day as perfect as this, so I’m going for it. I don’t wanna jinx myself, but I feel like I might have this one? I really hope I do. ♦