This past weekend was a three-day weekend in the U.S. Judging by the people I’ve interacted with already this morning, I think we all need a do-over (or at least another day off or so). Continue reading “I Demand a Do-Over”→
Six months ago, by date and by day, I went roller skating for the second week in a row. It was my new escape from an unpleasant 9 to 5 situation. By the end of that night, six months ago, by date and by day, I had a new situation to deal with, and it involved me not being able to move or bend my left wrist for at least six weeks.
You know how a lot of times it seems like six months ago? That went so fast/slow! But I actually can believe it was six months ago, no more, no less. Each day passed and the experience kept me focused on one at a time. I struggled to stay in the present in the past, but this gave me laser focus on the now.
Today’s unofficial letter is r for rest. It’s Sunday, the day of rest, except I usually offer a Song Lyric Sunday post after having posted DSF Weekly Rewind on Saturday. However, since I’m knee-deep… or letter G-deep… into the Blogging A to Z Challenge at this point, I’m taking today off. But you’re posting this! I know, but these kinds of post take no thought whatsoever. Ahhhhhh.
I did it! I’m as inspiring as the Olympians winning medals a world away. Did I train daily and not eat anything tasty for decades to achieve greatness? Um, no. But! I finished my Goodreads challenge for 2018. I know — YAY ME! How did I do that just a month and a half into the new year? Well, winning this wordy challenge turned out to be all about the numbers. Continue reading “Goodreads Goals — Good Riddance”→
In 10 short hours, at least 8 of which will be spent sleeping, I shall be forced to rejoin the world. Vacation, all I ever wanted, is coming to an end. The glorious nine days spent away from work, work, work are over…
I’ve loved my laugh lines for years. I’ve had them forever. The corners of my eyes crinkle several times a day, and often I’m the reason they do for me and for others. Not only do I welcome laugh lines, they’re a badge of humor honor.
The wrinkle-wrinkles? They took a little longer for me to get on board with.
I’m lucky — having good genes and a hatred of being in the sun — to only have wrinkles appear in the past few years. Some younger have many more.
Brandi’s song helped me to accept that my face will crease. The Indigo Girls also sang about that happening for a good reason: With every lesson learned, a line upon your beautiful face (that’s in Get Out the Map, y’all).
It took really difficult lessons to gain my first horizontal forehead wrinkle — I named it after my ex-husband. Some processing and healing time later, I re-christened it Wisdom. All others after will follow suit (like George Forman and all his kids named George).
My friend Bill says I earned the white hairs and I’m earning the wrinkles, too. I think he’s right. I don’t have that many Wisdoms, yet. I know I’ll get more, but I hope I’ll never look my age (people still ask me what college I attend… fun!).
If I get a lot more (or if I can’t seem to come to terms with all the Wisdoms), there’s always the option of viewing myself in mirrors from a distance and never viewing whilst wearing my reading glasses. Without the glasses’ magnification, the wrinkles simply won’t exist.