One of my beloved blog followers commiserated with me about how “sad” yesterday’s blog was … Oooops. I hadn’t meant to be sad.
Introspective perhaps, but not sad.
Being sad about silly stuff is such a waste.
My hairdresser was fixing my grey roots yesterday and gave me a great leveller. She pointed out that even though my whole life and envisaged future had fallen apart … I was still pretty lucky: I have a house, two gorgeous children and a job.
Yep, all true.
And I do know how lucky I am: sometimes my heart feels like it’s going to explode with the joy of it.
I love my new life. It’s filled with so much good stuff.
My kids are awesome. So are my friends. So is DD.
Sure, PMT is a bitch. So is four weeks of sick kids in a six-week period. And my ongoing medical niggles. And the bad juju some people think is appropriate in divorces, that’s doing my head in a bit …
But hey, there’s no such thing as perfection and thinking there is, well that’s just a recipe for disaster.
Damn, this blog post hasn’t gone the way it was supposed to at all. It was meant to be light and fun – an antidote to “sad.”
I should have called it “Do you want a waffle with that?”
But it IS alright and this big baby IS coming back.
She always does.
I’ll work on something funny for you …
But not today. Today I’ll regroup. It’s a new day. And I’m excited about it.
In fact, I’m predicting it will be so much fun that tomorrow’s blog will be a bit late. Catch you tomorrow arvo my friends.
You have a good one too!
Song of the day: Eurythmics “It’s alright, baby’s coming back”