“The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be.” Ralph Waldo Emerson The family made fun of me last weekend, because I am so picky. It was all in fun. We are all adults now, and I will own to it. I’m picky as hell. My actual goal in life is to do what I want, when I want and how I want. Sound self-centered? It can be, and I’ll describe how. But it can also be acceptance. Acceptance that I am inherently responsible for my life. I know of a few people who...
I love toenail polish. I remember going into the hospital for my third C-section and I made sure to get help fixing my toes before I went in. I couldn’t really reach them myself and usually had a five-day stay per operation. Someone asked me, “why are you doing that now?” I really couldn’t answer but I did get a lot of compliments from the nursing staff. Recently I had a pedicure and the fella really gave me an awesome foot and leg massage. I’m starting to think that is why so many people pay for painted toes. A leg rub...
Internal battles are my stock in trade. But what a pain when I have a job to do, or don’t feel well, or its past my bedtime. The other night, this person, did this thing. My battle started with condemnation right off the bat. “What a d-bag! Legalistic-rule-following-graceless-pig!” That type of refrain went on in my head for a good while. I’m not ashamed to admit it, it is what it is, ya know? I didn’t sort it out until I shared my lovely thoughts with my son. His response added insult to injury…”Well Mom, you did screw up.” Huh,...
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