Eighty-six days…
I miss butter. Most days I don’t, but today I do, so I ate some. It was in the form of creamy alfredo sauce, and was exactly what I needed to make it through the rest of the day. Today is just “one of THOSE days.” My back hurts. I wish I could say it hurt because of all the vigorous exercise I’ve been doing, but I can’t, because lately I’ve been doing more shoe shopping than exercise. I probably just slept wrong. Nice… I can’t even work the butter off! It’s a good excuse, don’t you think? Worst of all is that my frown lines seem to be deepening. I’m going to end up looking like Howdy Doody! I know, I know, I said I am going to embrace them. Blah, blah, blah…
Yesterday I went shopping with my friends to buy a new outfit for an upcoming event. I pointed to a mannequin wearing an ensemble I thought was cute. I said, “I like that.” My friend (who I have deemed my personal fashion consultant) said, “It’s too old. You either have to be really young or really old to wear that.” She said I shouldn’t buy it, which solidifies my entire middle-age crisis. So, on top of all my other aging idiosyncrasies, I now have the fear of buying clothes that will make me look like a grandma. Before you know it I might be picking out things like big red Santa face sweatshirts at Christmas! If you are reading this and your closet is full of Santa face sweatshirts, I’m sorry. I’m just in a mood…
Every day I’ve been trying to inspire you to press in and press on. I spent time in my Bible today, and it made me feel better. After that, I topped it off with butter. Sometimes we just need a little butter. Amen and Amen!
