Me when I was little and free; before everything crashed down. 😉
So it’s obvious that last night was rough. One of the things I like to do when I get in that state of mind is make a change. It can be anything from adding a sticker to the cover of a notebook to rearranging my CDs … or even coloring my hair blue.
I’m not sure how long this will last; I’m already considering a bluish-black as my next color choice. But for the moment I’ve decided I don’t mind standing out and am happy to be the girl in blue. The downside to doing this is that my tub still looks like I murdered several smurfs. There is a LOT of scrubbing in my future. Sigh.
On a more serious note, thank you for reading last night’s post and for liking/commenting. I know it isn’t easy to find a way to respond to a post like that and I am so appreciative of the bravery you showed in doing so. You also taught me something, which is that it’s okay to express my emotions, even when they aren’t easy. I’ve decided that my philosophy for the rest of this holiday season is to express, not repress. This year, I’m going to do something new: I’m going to let myself feel through the Christmas and New Year’s holidays. I’m going to tell myself that I can handle it and see how it all shakes out.
Welcome to December!
In my post Who? What? Why? I said I don’t appear in photos, and this is usually true. But my Mom decided this occasion was “too cute” and snapped the shot while we three were in dreamland. I’m the human with the hair reaching for the ceiling, lol. Side note: The handwriting on the “Polaroid” belongs to moi. I wrote my words on a white piece of paper with my favorite pink Sharpie (I’m obsessed with Sharpies) then scanned it in so I could make this more personal. I know you’ve been dying to see my handwriting. You’re welcome. *eye roll*
I debated whether to share this photo, but my love for this moment overwhelmed my usual reticence. It’s so comforting when I sleep and I’m protected on both sides by my furkids. They make me feel safe. And loved.
Have a great Saturday everyone! 🐱
Six Words Can Say a Lot: Show My Face 6WS
I’m taking part in Blogging 101 and our first assignment is to introduce ourselves. I thought that would probably be task number one but was hoping I’d be wrong, because introductions are not my strong suit. I’m more of the join-me-in-the-middle-of-my-conversation kind of girl. But I’ll give it a go.
My name is Lauren and I turned 42 this year. That number absolutely staggers me because I don’t feel it. I was an old soul at 8 and now I’m a young soul at 42. I’ve never been (or acted) my age, I guess. I’ve never been married and have no human kids; only two furry ones that I spoil as much as I can. I still live in the same city I was born in, despite the fact I swore that would never happen, but that might be changing next year. Continue reading “Who? What? Why?”