I'm Baaaaaaack.

So, I am over the blaaaaaaaaaag feeling, thanks to all of your encouragement.

I went out with a girlfriend (Hi Kirsten!) and had a drink.

We stayed out until 11:30 pm!  We sat at a table outside this little Irish Pub.  I wore mascara and lip gloss.  And flip flops (they were blue Havaianas, so that is a little bit sassy, right?).

I forgot about the interesting people that come out at night.  The most interesting being the "White Cowboy Rapper From The West Coast".  Yes, a 40 something white guy with a scruffy beard and somewhat of a transient look rapped for us.  It was as bad as it sounds.

There was also the 30 something lady that had to be practically carried to her car at like 10:00 cause she was completely intoxicated (no, she didn't drive). Really?  At 10:00 on a Wednesday night?  Yikes.

So, thank you for listening to my pity party yesterday.  I love my life.  I am incredibly blessed. And I adore every one of you.  I was just in a mood.  You know, a little funk.  Happens every now and then.  Angie is right, probably the paint fumes.

We had a blast and I highly recommend it.  Go.  Call the girls and have a glass of wine.  Or a cup of coffee.  Laugh a little, share some secrets.  See some interesting folks.  

This time in life is magic.  Being so okay with who you are, that you can laugh about it.  To tell your truth without being scared of what others may think.  That's what this age, this journey has graced me with.  

 

I wouldn't trade that boy or his daddy for all the sassy shoes and late night dancing on earth. 

Or, the comfort, love, strength and self assurance that showed up with the crows feet, cellulite and stretch marks.  

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