As if I need to specify… More hormones and some whining here…
I can’t believe how much response my blog post received yesterday! But now, the anxiety sets in. I want to continue to enlighten, spread joy and reveal bull shit whenever I can- especially my own, but I’m afraid to fall short.
So in case you never read my blog again- thanks for accepting me and embracing my words.
When I asked James if he read my post, his response was so typically male!! “Gosh, you share a lot, are you sure you want that out there?”
And my answer is yes. If I’ve learned anything as I reach almost 40, it’s that I really don’t give a crap.
That is SO NOT TRUE.
I really want people to like me.
I also know it’s more important to be true to myself and honest than to please anyone. Even James. Sorry sweetie (you know this already).
I don’t want everyone to agree with me, and yes, I don’t want people to not like me either! I can just see folks rolling their eyes about my comments about pajama jeans and Laura Ingalls. (Wouldn’t Laura dig a pair of pajama jeans??!!)
Yes, sometimes I might seem shallow, trivial and down right blonde. (Hey, I resemble that comment.) But that is because I sometimes can’t take the heavy. You know?
My parents are aging and fighting chronic disease, my adult sister is disabled living at home; I freak out when I think about the future sometimes. I grapple with the idea of drowning polar bears in the Arctic, garbage piles floating in the oceans and genetically modified alfalfa. I worry that my children will get a tattoo on their face when they turn 18. Please, anywhere else, just not the face. I’m afraid of bladder incontinence when I
laugh get older . I constantly think I’m on the verge of dementia. Especially when I walk in to the pantry while making dinner and don’t remember what….I…went….in….there…for…..
But I’m also so excited about seeing The Hunger Games as a movie, taking the kids to Europe for the first time, the next Oscar’s, Kristen Wiig’s next movie, will there be a Glee spin-off…. and so much more!
There’s always something to look forward to. At least that’s what I’m thinking when I scoop out the cat box.
Well, it’s all about me, me, me isn’t it….
That’s all. Keep calm and carry on.