This post isnt about any of that. This post is about me. Which all my posts are, being that it is why bloggers blog.
I really try to write witty funny stuff. But it doesnt come when I am sitting here. My stuff is usually a bit deep. I need to expel the babble or it is a broken record in my head.
I love this time of year. I love giving to my family and sharing meals and planning stuff with friends. I love going shopping among the complainers and wrapping gifts and fudge. I enjoy trying to give to people and xmas really is about the gifts. Wait? What?
It is and it isnt. But that is my contribution to it in my family. I dont decorate because I hate the after clean up. We have a Charlie Brown tree. Lights, kids ornaments and Target bulbs. I love buying gifts for my kids. I dont really buy them a whole lot during the year other then them having their basic needs met. They try for more in, say, March, but they get nothing.
But this year, I have been very reflective outside of the gifts. Of course it is only in my own head. Currently that thing is secure and in a good place.
I have had one hell of a roller coaster year. Emotionally draining. The upside is that nothing horrific or life threatening happened but the events had very stressful and lasting worry.
Status update: I am loved.
That was easy. When I start to ponder and fret and conjure bs in my head I first say that. I am loved. Then decide what action to take.
The boobs title, you ask? I just dont get the fuss about boobs.
Keep it simple.
3 comments:
Boobs.
You are an indeed a funny gal, but no, I can't remember a funny Momo post in ages. Thank goodness you put it out there in comments now and then.
It feels so good to be loved, no?
As for the boobs? They're a big deal to me. In fact, I have been thinking about them for a straight 48 hours now -- even wrote about them in the wee hours of the morning today. LOL
Happy New Year, my friend. ((hugs))
You are indeed loved.
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