And then the lives of others, whose stories I can't share because they are not mine, took over my life. Or I let them take over. Welcomed them as a matter of fact. Pursued them even, if can imagine that.
But it wasn't you. And it wasn't this forum. I took the entire month of January off from the other place that I blog at every week; one week off at the place that pays me to tell tales. See? Not you.
But I will be back soon, oh, very soon, to share some more tales. I promise. Ok, I feel bad for neglecting things over here. ONE short tale:
This is me. I'm going to church. I almost didn't go that day, but decided that was the wrong message to send to my kids. So I fluffed my hair, donned my pearls and contemplated, but did not decide upon, a lowcut top.
|Contemplating lower cut top|
|Look at the chin! I have the chin of a teenager!|
"Why not?" Brian asked.
"If she's not going, I'm not going, I'll keep her company," Bekah offered oh. so. generously.
"Because, I uh..." I looked at the faces of my kids, faces that would probably face a similar situation in the not so distant future," ugh, I'm going. But not one crack about having a third eye!"
So I went. Concealer as in place as it was going to be, head held high, as many distracting techniques as I could come up with (although it was a communion Sunday, and I don't like wearing anything that might accidentally give the elders serving an eye full as I bowed before the alter so the top was not low cut.)
I have age 50 right ahead of me and I'm trying to conceal pimples. It's just wrong.
I have to point them out, don't I? Oh, you can see some, even caked with concealer they are hardly concealed.
Sorry about that. In person, they really were quite obvious. I caught people looking at my chin all morning, and it wasn't my imagination either. The blemishes were there, but I couldn't let a hormonal outbreak stop me from going places, doing things that are important to me. I couldn't let something so superficial hold me back. What would be the point in that? There really wasn't anything I could do but smile.
Which is probably a really great life lesson on several levels, don't you think?