We are coming to an end of another year. They fly by. Time at the age is yippie do da! It is fast, getting faster and in hipper speed.
For the last two days, I have had no energy, sleepless nights, foggy days, self destruction, and funny but not funny eating patterns.
The heavy rain that they have been jabbering about for days, is here. It is cold, wet but not too windy yet. Yet, is the key word.
I am dressed like a peasant today. long dress, tights, hard pulled back, wool zipped up to the top and green finger gloves with no fingertips.
I am warm and now I have headphones thanks to my brilland husband who found the pug in my computer. Smart as a whistle and cute as cuke.
But, this blog is about me. About my arthritis, chronic pain, and self pity. Oh lord, a bog that I would never read. So lets change gears, shall we? Alrighty then....
Lets begin again. I love my body, my bumps, my moles, my grey hair, my age spots and I just love it all. Sure, my life is not perfect but, it is my life and all I need. I need to love myself, caress my soul, nurture my heart and smile all over my body.
Let's free ourselves of all litter, cobwebs, doubts, and pause, take a deep breath, listen, wcrb brunch. Staying cozy with Chopin.
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