A few weeks ago, I heard this song on the radio. It had been at least a decade since I'd heard it and I forgot how much I've always loved it.
For whatever reason, I kept thinking about it today.
Probably beacuse my day started off with some not-so-complimentary feedback and even though I mostly agreed with it, it was still pretty damn painful to hear. There's nothing quite so hard as hearing someone you love and respect repeating - out loud - all the worst things you keep playing on repeat in your own brain. Even if those truths are expressed with kindness and love and understanding, you might still feel like a shit popsicle in a fly storm.
Because no matter how loving or kind the delivery may be, those things are still true.
And come midnight, you won't necessarily feel all that much better, even if you know you spent the rest of your day swimming butterfly stroke up shit creek to rectify your faults.
So I guess I had that song in my head because I needed to be reminded that I've (FINALLY) started wearing sunscreen, among other things.
I'm not even remotely perfect, but by 1997 standards, I did at least a few things right today.
Do one thing everyday that scares you.
Today I did at least three. Maybe closer to ten. (I even started a new blog!) And none of it required an extra Clonazepam.
"Hey oh, listen what I say oh, I got your Hey oh, now listen what I say oh." (Which I sang out loud while tweezing the pubes of some of my favorite clients.)
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts.
Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Tough call, that one. I'll keep you posted.
Remember the compliments you receive.
Forget the insults;
If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
At least three people told me I looked "skinny" today. And by that I mean they used that ACTUAL word. And I understand that that's not a legitimately feminist compliment, but fuck that, I used to weigh 309 pounds. Skinny is pretty much the best thing you can call me. EVER.
Of course that paled in comparison to the criticisms.
Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…
Don’t be afraid of it,
or what other people think of it.
It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..
I found this THING today while I was driving the kids to Oaks Park. I was trying to brush a stray hair off my shoulder.
A bone I didn't know I had.
Let me just say, I ENJOYED the fuck out of that.
Then later tonight, I did several cart-wheels in the basement between rounds of Hide & Seek with my kids. I may or may not have dislocated a geriatric hip (0r both), but I was using it every way I could. You'd be hard-pressed to find someone who enjoys her body more than I do.
I certainly did that today. On roller skates. Backwards. While holding my daughter's hands during the couples dance at the roller rink on Two-for-Tuesday. I think it was a Katy Perry song and the reaction on her face was a slice of perfection I will carry to my grave.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
That one I'll probably have to save for tomorrow.
But at least I wore sunscreen today.