If I do die, please someone take care of the dogs, and please write a good obit that references my love for leopard print, charitable acts of snark, and my quest for the perfect slice of apple pie. oh and the fact that i am a barren spinster. please & thank you.
This originally started out as a Facebook post, but I realized, I had more to say than that should be posted on Facebook.
Today is the day where I’m going to get it done.
I’m going to find a new person to talk to about my side business. I’m going to write two new proposals for the business that kinda keeps the lights on. I’m going to finish the Missing Link. (Sidenote, sometimes volunteer work just becomes work.) As you were.
I”m going to the doctor for the most exciting visit ever. Not really, but I’m excited. It’s been two years. Ok, 2 years, one week and a day, but who is counting? The visit that I’m doing today is the visit two years ago that allowed us to catch that damn cancer. Damn cancer. That should be the name of the disease. An add on. Damn Cervical Cancer. Damn Breast Cancer. Damn Pancreatic Cancer. Damn Skin Cancer. You get the point. Anyways, 2 years later, I’m going in and am thrilled that today is just another day. I’m a little bit older, my butt is a little bit wider, but I’m still here – which is awesome.
I had a tough week. Not going to candy coat it. It’s a scary, scary place to be right now. At the cross roads of unemployment, teetering on the brink of building your own consultancy, without any financial landing place. I’ve cried a lot in the past 10 days. Cried stupid amounts, and I think my eyes are permenently puffy. The old me would have ran to Nordstroms to buy some amazing eye cream with caffiene, the new version just sucks it up and looks like crap. What can I say, I’m a realist. But seriously though, there were a lot of ugly realizations this week. There were a lot of beautiful moments though- friends/family/strangers all touched my life in little ways this week and for that I’m thankful.
For that, I’m going to “get out of the damn bed” and brush my hair. The hair that really needs a root job. Holy crap, I’ve been blessed with a lot of sparkly hair. I’m afraid that I’m going to wake up one morning and look like Cruella DeVille.
For that, I’m going to keep on going this week. (The alternative is quite boring.)
For that, I write this blog post.
This week has possiblities.
Ezra the Elf will make an appearance. Yes, an appearance. Ezra has been busy with the Hanukkah lights this week. He will be back.
I’ll perhaps finish the never ending snow man made out of cups. (Worst idea ever.)
I’m going to walk 9 miles between now and sundown Sunday. (My expanding ass will thank me)