Sorry for the F bomb, I’m having one of those days. I woke up feeling pretty good, but have been having a bit of a pity party for myself. I don’t know why today. It’s a beautiful day. I went for a swim in a beautiful quarry first thing. But I’m sad.
56. That’s a pretty impressive number. I’m almost a month in. 55 was not the best of years for me. Not that it’s was a complete wash, but I am actually glad I’m another year older. I’m ready to move on. And I’ve been working on it. Moving on. Not sure how many times I’ve actually thought that. Maybe it’s an age thing.
They say laughter is the best medicine. I think they are right. I grew up in a house of laughter. It wasn’t always funny, but we laughed a lot.
I am NOT a dancer. Not to say I don’t dance. After a couple of drinks, I have the Mom dance down for occasions. I can even throw a couple of moves in here or there. But I’m not comfortable. I feel like I’m being watched. And judged. So it was totally out of character for me to say yes to an opportunity to go learn a new dance. A visit to Myrtle Beach last weekend caught me off guard.
All of my blogs have been so serious! And I’m not sure why. I can be a serious person, but I think I’m generally pretty light-hearted. I’m a glass half full kind of girl. I enjoy a good joke and I think a lot of people would say I have a quick wit. So I’m not sure why I’ve been on such a consistently serious track. I’ve got to get over it!