Dirt: Prancericise Yourself to Happiness

After that whiny post, I can imagine what anyone who read it must think of me. Whiny, self pitying, narcissistic... and lately that would be correct.

But I am turning that around.  After my crying vent, I realized I need to be learning. I am a learning kind of girl who needs a challenge to keep me moving forward. So, I am starting piano lessons in January! We have a baby grand that gets no love, so I am gonna be the one to show some love.

I am trying to have an open mind and heart, saying "YES"! To  things that come my way this month (I did  say no to big wheel racing yesterday, which I regret). I am a work in progress for sure. However, I am getting there.

Yesterday, I Prancercised  a mile race in costume with Steve. I have not laughed like that in months. Between the prancing and laughing, I could barely breathe. The effect was awesome, even freeing, since I was in front of hundreds of people!

All I can say is if I can continue to laugh at myself,  I think I am off to a great month!

Dirt:Poor Little Me

I have a confession to make. I sat in bed last week and cried my eyes out. I was sharing with my husband how lonely I am. Truly lonely. Like when I moved to town and had no friends. This was a hard burden to share.  After all, it is one of my own creation.

The truth is, my life revolves and has for some time around my girls. Friends were made with them as the common link. Now, everyone, including me is busy with teenagers and helicoptering.  We are getting them out the door and ready to leave the nest, leaving little time for ourselves. Most of my girlfriends are in the same boat, I think. Or maybe it is just me.

I have a solitary job. I have solitary hobbies and I am turning into a solitary person. I am reverting to my natural introverted self and it is depressing.  The solitary life  burden bore the proverbial straw the other night with an offhand comment by my husband, meant to be funny.

I am swimming in self pity right now and it is starting to feel pretty selfish. Getting it out of the darkness of my interior conversations and into the light felt pretty good.

What am I to do?

Not really sure. Poor me.

Dirt: Weird

Hope your weekend was lovely. Mine was rushed, but very good. I cleaned my house, drove to Murfreesboro to see my sisters and then had  Steve's college roommate here for 24 hours.

Seeing my sisters is always great. However, this time was so rushed, I really felt discombobulated after.. My sister had her house decorated for the holidays already. Literally, Santa was waiting when I walked into the door.   I am a firm believer that our country is going to hell in a hand basket and skipping Thanksgiving is the finest example of this. But whatever floats  your boat.

1975 or 1976 Christmas