Never blog when...

You know that whole seasonal thing us chicks get, where we feel fat and sad and unworthy and like crying ourselves to sleep? Yah, that one. Not good to blog then either...

But today is another day. I may still feel a bit imperfect compared to your averave supermodel, but I'm a real woman. I'm not shallow, nor testy. I'm good, and kind, and occasionally sweet (take now for example - just done munching a Magnum Toffee Affair - I'm both sweet and sticky! :-) ). I have a life, I'm a mom, I've done things I'm seriously proud of, and some I regret. Sure I have bits of my body I'm not happy with, that are getting attention although it takes a while - but I'm happy with the inside, and that's more than many can say. I'm content with where I'm at on the journey, and looking forward to the road ahead - wherever it goes. I love and am loved, am even ogled in malls on on streets now and then (sjoe!). I'm passionate, I'm willing to get my hands dirty, I'm fond of velvets and silks, I make a mean focaccia. Not one-dimensional, not just a pretty face.

So there's hope for me. My blue eyes remain unchanged, the essence of who I am stays constant - the whole body thing can come and go. I'm just going to try not let it get to me anymore. Not compare myself and feel unworthy.

And definitely not blog when.. well the list is growing! :-)