Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Monday, January 21, 2013

it is swell with my soul

I started the new year with lofty goals of losing weight and being more intentional.  Which are the exact same goals I have set for myself every year since 1997.  Maybe there was an Oprah show about it back then. 

I don't know if it's taken me this long to finally get comfortable in my own skin?  I feel like I'm finally at a place where I'm content.  I don't live up to my own imagined standards of perfection, but it's okay.  My kids are all great in spite of me.  My house will never be featured in a magazine.  I would never want the people I went to art school with to critique my stuff, and I don't ever want to wear a swimsuit in front of anyone but the other moms at the kiddie pool.  And I'm okay with all that.

When people that I haven't seen in a few years ask what I've been up to and I say, "Oh, you know, the same sort of thing as before."  That's okay.  Because life this way is pretty swell.