t: Hopeful, Inspiring, OMSH, photos 11 Comments
So, I’m coming up on 36 here pretty soon. In the blogosphere that makes me one of the
older more senior bloggers. I also am on Day 12 of coming off Effexor. From what I gather, this makes me normal er than someone…say, with an addiction to peanut M&M’s.
And now, having glanced at my chest in my newest bathing suit cover-up, “wear around the house thingy” (‘cuz the good Lord knows I won’t be walking outside with it on), I see that I’m getting age spots, or splotches, or uneven skin tone, or whatever else the media calls it in order to make us hate ourselves.
And you know what?
I don’t hate myself.
My thighs jiggle, my heels crack, my biceps wave, my chin is not as taunt, my get-up-and-go is sitting still, and I’ve found a few wrinkles in areas I didn’t know wrinkled, BUT life is good.
The world? It bites.
My life in it? Is good.
I can still stand up and sing.
I can still shout for joy.
I can still worship and praise!
I can still make sweet, sweet love.
Spots and all.
Today is awesome.
I’d dip some in a jar for safekeeping, except tomorrow?
It might just be better.