I really must say I felt like $675,000 yesterday with my vintage coat and messy updo.
I loved hearing the sound of my heels clicking around the house while I was getting ready to go.
The play was -
let's say -
I felt dozy during the first half - and then the second half grabbed me by the throat and choked me up some.
I may or may not believe in Santa Claus all over again.
I'm leaning toward believing.
I do believe I was the only one in attendance with fertile eggs in me ovaries.
I didn't realize what a Senior past time afternoon musicals were.
So today finds me all dark and twisty inside.
Christmas is in 24 days and the pilgrims are still lit on my porch.
Mummified pumpkins are sitting about.
I've got no gumption to change it.
I'm planning on making all my gifts - so it will be a Christmas miracle in and of itself if anyone receives anything.
I have over 50 boxes to get to the post office this week - and I can't thank you enough for your generosity and kindness towards me!
I, me, mine.
I feel self-centered.
I'm just in a thinkin' kinda mood.
I'm thinkin' how perfectly imperfect we all are -
and I'm trying to embrace my weaknesses and give myself a pat on the back for my strengths.
I'm tryin' to learn to love the new thinner Jayme that seems boring to me at times.
I'm trying to forgive the still food addicted Jayme that hides in the pantry and eats a half a bag of marshmallows as fast as she can in secret at times.
I'm trying to come to terms with the fact that the skin on my face seems so much looser now and how my eyelids move around so much it's hard to put on eyeshadow.
It's happening right before my loose eyelids - and there's not a thing I can do about it.
I'm trying to stop time and spend mine wisely from here on out.
I'm a regular time miser lately.
I'm trying to tell my mind what it's allowed to think - instead of letting it tell me how to feel.
I'm trying not to try so hard.
I haven't vacuumed in four days.
I'm glad you were sitting down for that one.
Let the record show that losing over 100lbs will rock your world in ways you weren't prepared for it to.
But guess what?
My world needed a little rocking.
Maybe yours does too.
Never give up.
Never give in.
Never stop believing.
Would a disco ball be as sparkly if it were one solid sheet of mirror?
I think not.
I think not.
Bust up that mirror - glue it back together -
and now you got yourself a party.
Party on imperfect peeps.