I’d rather be looking at my toes peeking out from the sand; feeling my lungs inhaling salty air; tasting equally salty margaritas with my husband and our dearest friends that make me laugh out loud; and hearing the joy of our children playing together on the beach. Yes, that’s a lovely place to “rather be.”
And a splash of Crème de Menthe. Yum. I went to the doctor today and discovered that for the first time in maybe eight years, I gained extra weight (extra because I have to add that to the weight I haven’t lost, but I’ve talked about losing, for maybe eight years)! SEVEN pounds. I can’t write right now — I’m headed to the store to get some ice cream so I can sit and contemplate how the heck this happened. Cheers ;D
This is my first podcast of many to come. Please forgive all of the “ums,” but I didn’t want to edit because it’s imperfect, just like me. I’ll work on the “ums” as I progress! I hope you take a few minutes to listen and equally importantly, I hope you comment because my ultimate goal is connection and conversation. Cheers!
The other day I had an occasion to wear one of the beautiful dresses hanging in my closet, waiting for just such an occasion to go out again into the world. I bought it when my youngest (twins) were around 2 years old, but I’ve lost some of the baby weight from having them so I was looking forward to a slightly looser dress. Strangely, the dress fit the same as it did the first time I wore it. Hmmmmm. Alright, one-too-many tacos. I’m not devastated over it. I am above that kind of self-beating. I enjoy tacos and I don’t exercise every day because I have time-management issues, but I am working on those deficiencies within myself, so I will eventually get there. So I put up my hair and was feeling quite pleased with my fancy ponytail as that is really the only updo I can do, and then I raised the handheld mirror above my head with the big mirror behind me so I could admire my hair work, when what did I see in that mirror? MY MOTHER’S ARMS. Good lord, I am a vibrant 40-something and my mom is nearing seventy, and yet…her arms were somehow on my body! Needless to say, a few less tacos and a little more upper-body work is in order. And then maybe a margarita raised above to celebrate my accomplishment. Cheers!
“You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, ‘I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.’ You must do the thing you think you cannot do.”