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Itty Bitty
I put my hair in a wee ponytail this morning and it made me feel like a million bucks.
If I put on a suit and a pair of heels, I’d probably faint dead away.
A few days ago, I looked in the bathroom mirror and thought, I look like an inmate. In my jeans and one of my four comfortable tops, maybe wearing a sports bra, maybe not, although I’ve decided that not wearing a bra is a recipe for unseemly spread and self-loathing. I took measure. I’m letting myself go, I thought.
This is the curse of the ages. “Did you see her? She has really let herself go.”
I argued back. I deserve to let myself go! There’s a pandemic! I love this thinking. It’s the same logic that makes me entitled to unlimited rum and chocolate. But while I want the comfort, I can’t countenance giving up. So I try.
This world, the one that we have right now, is about baby steps so small we can barely see them.
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Listen to Jan read her essay “Billy” presented on WUWM’s Lake Effect
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I found today’s blog humorous and and so relevant, regardless of the pandemic. BTW, you are very distinguished, you shine.
Choked on your description of looking in the mirror – same thing happened here. Maybe I’ll try cleaning up my act.
Here’s to unlimited rum & chocolate! I prefer dark for both.
You do look a million dollars, Jan. Also, anyone who wears nice earrings with her pony tail is not letting herself go. 🙂
I have a ponytail too now. I love it.
It’s all about the baby steps