I'd like to take a minute and thank all of you who read my lil old blog. It's nice to have a place to come and type. And share. Even if you don't leave any comments!
This year has been all about puzzles. Taking puzzles a apart. And putting them back together the right way. And I'm thankful for what's come out of it. Slowly but surely I've changed. Inch by inch. Thought by thought. Prayer by prayer. Like a giant Before/After picture of my brain, life, and heart.
And I like me.
I share too much.
That's not always a bad thing.
I have 6 women I call friends.
Deep, vulnerable, life giving, balanced friendships.
Good, bad and badder.
They have my back.
I never have to wonder.
Everyone deserves a least one real, REAL friend.
And I've got 6.
I have a marriage that is 100% "on" and I've never been prouder of us.
I couldn't have said that 2 years ago.
I'm in love with my husband today.
I want to grow old with him and watch "stories" with him.
I like that my children look like him.
Sometimes I fart on him to be funny.
You know you do it too.
I make impulsive decisions.
If I'm into something- you won't be able to shut me up about it.
Then it's something new next week.
I change my mind a lot.
I'm full of contradictions.
I make mistakes.
I pick myself back up and keep walking.
I hate my pinky toe.
I crack my neck 30 times a day.
I really, REALLY believe that a massage can change my life.
I'm spiritual, but not religious.
But I'm Jesusy spiritual.
But I'm not Baptisty Jesusy.
I've not been to church in months.
I'm seeing God in my life, mind and heart more than ever.
I have peace.
Like a freaking river.
I like reality shows about dwarfs.
I know that they prefer being called little people.
But I like to feel like Snow White.
I have an obsession with my kid's toes.
I take pictures of my kid's toes.
And yet I hate my pinky toe?
A little too much.
I'm self conscious.
I put up a tough cover to hide my soft side.
But I'm all soft, squishy, weepy, and sentimental inside.
I am KNOWN.
I am LOVED.
This can change a woman.
I used to have a hard time saying I was sorry.
I say I'm sorry all the time now.
I've let go of a lot of bitterness.
I've reconciled with old friends.
I see a therapist once a week.
I've come a long way.
And I love you.
Whoever you are.
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