1) as soon as i fall in love with a brand/shade of lipstick there is an alarm that goes off somewhere telling them to STOP manufacturing it.
2) “to love another person is to see the face of god”.
3) my new response to people i don’t know wanting to hug me is to snap, point, and tell them i love them…really loudly. i figure word will get out soon enough.
4) i realize my dislike of unknown huggers comes from my diminutive stature. really, hugging is just a pat on the head except all over…
5) always tell those you love how you feel. their time here is not guaranteed.
6) evidently earrings and nothing more is the dress code for the sauna at my gym. i felt a little overdressed.
7) it is a mistake to place a foot fungus billboard right next to one for pizza.
8) my kind of crafty is a hole punch.
9) mrs hand would argue that a glue gun is the sign of crafty.
10)i am the luckiest.
and one to grow on
the forties are the middle place. i am a woman. standing tall. not yet bent by older age. no longer unsure of my footing in this world. able, if the environment is right, to give of myself openly and with my full resolve. if this is middle aged i’m quite happy living in the mean. in this place i am more who i want to be than i can ever remember. yes, i have said goodbye to the taunt luxe of youth. it has been replaced by a light that shines from within. a searing pride that i have reached this place. in a world where youth equates to beauty i have transcended what is expected of a woman. sure i miss a time when i could touch my toes and not see that my knees have begun to sag. or that my energy has found it’s end on some days. but what has been gained is something so much more worthy of treasuring. it is a sense that i can yearn less. that my world is comforted by those good people around me. the voice of panic for what comes next has been tempered to a whisper. one easily blocked my music played at the right decibel. i figure i have a good decade to ruminate in this space. letting the seasoning of middle age permeate my being. being a woman is less about hearing us roar and more about standing beaming quietly in the light of our own accomplishments. i feel it. i see it in my other middle ladies. never have we so fluoresced.E