I love my friends! They’re all looking out for me and wanting to help me with my 52 Dates with Myself.
Some inquire, “Can you count this as one of your 52 dates?” Others happily just advise me, “You can count it as one of your 52 dates.”
I could easily respond, “Absolutely, I can count this as one of my dates.”
Or, “Yeah, you’re right. Good thinking!”
Really, there isn’t anyone to say I can’t. These are my dates. It’s my project. My journey. I can establish the rules as I want them to be and change them in the middle if I choose. Right?
But there’s a clamoring in my mind. The voices of Mrs. Adams and Mr. Fields, two of the best and hardest English grammar teachers a student could have.
“52 Dates with Myself.”
“They’re missing the prepositional phrase It’s quite important here.”
“Do you need to diagram it?”
“Ha! No, thank you! I do not need to diagram it!”
It’s obvious, of course. The “with Myself” clearly functioning as an adjective describing which 52 Dates. The ones with Myself.
“Yes, I understand that they mean well. They’re great friends, too.”
“Ah, interesting idea. Yes, perhaps next year we’ll tackle 52 Dates with My Friends.”
I think I hear the bell ringing. Class dismissed!
Ponder & Chat: How do the people in your life create challenges for you to consider around your personal goals?
52 Dates with Myself 
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