Hey, y’all. Just so I don’t come across as artificial or whatever, I should tell you some of the things that it feels good to admit to.
I cannot wear high heels. Oh, I used to. Man, you would be amazed at the things I could do while wearing incredibly high heels. This was before platform heels, too! I could run full sprint across gravel parking lots in high heels. But time changes us, and post-baby, I’ve noticed that heels don’t work for me anymore. In fact, even a modest wedge will cause me EXCRUCIATING pain once I’m out of the shoes. As such, I’ve given up on my collection in the closet and finally just invested in a bunch of flats. Am I sad? Yeah, I am. But you know what? It’s way better to have a closet full of shoes I can actually wear.
My closet palette idea is working. Some time back, I decided that 1) I was no longer going to buy clothes at Target or Old Navy because they were ill-fitting and never lasted and 2) I was going to only by clothes around my color palette. Said color palette is black, white, gray, and deep jewel tones. I’ve stuck with that almost 100% and you know what? It looks GREAT. And dressing is SO much easier when everything coordinates. I don’t even miss neutrals or browns.
We are sappy folks. Bryan had a commission come in recently that we didn’t really expect to ever see – or I didn’t, anyway - and because we’re “grown ups”, we immediately paid off most of our debt. (Cars/house are another matter, but everything else is done!) Then we decided to give back. We bought a smile through Smile Train, we gave generously to the Special Olympics, and we signed up be a ChemoAngel. The kids are invested in the last one there, and I CRY ALL THE TIME AS A RESULT. I want to help everyone. All the times.
I’m so, so proud of my husband. I didn’t talk about it much, but Bryan’s employer went through an acquisition some months back, and for awhile, we worried that he would even have a job when all the cards played out. Because he’s AWESOME, they actually promoted him to Vice President. Which is AWESOME. He’s stressed now from all the growing pains, but I see the amazing job he’s going to do even though he doesn’t see it sometimes. It’s so cool watching someone reach their own potential.
I’m too old for Ikea. I’m .. torn about this one. I had such high hopes for my first trip to Ikea, but I left feeling like .. well, I felt like The Man. Stupid crappy imports! Bad customer service! Horrible parking! I shook my fist as I folded up my walker and hiked up my pants to my armpits.
I really enjoy my job. I had a really, really tiring week last week. Or maybe a tiring month. I don’t remember now. But the point is this: almost every day, no matter how exhausting the day or how many times I hit my head against a brick wall, I left feeling content with my job. I like what I do on a day-to-day basis, I love the people I work with, and I strongly believe in what we’re doing. Not many people can say this. I’m lucky.
I’m not yet done.Aside from starting school, I have some side aspirations that have recently clicked into place. I don’t know quickly they’ll materialize, but it’s nice to know that I’m not yet done. I may just now be getting started, as a matter of fact.
What have you come to admit about yourself lately?
I was a heels girl. God I loved my heels. And then *early* in pregnancy the heels had to go. My feet started hurting long before my balance went all preggo-weird and I started wearing flats, and I think I’ve worn heels once since O was born. We gotta pour one out for all the hot heels that stay in our closets now
I’m not clicking on any of your links because I will probably dissolve into a puddle of tears at my desk. It is one of those days.
Blog high-five to Bryan on the promotion. I know it’s a lot of work now in the transition, but that is kick ass news.
I am admitting that I may never get over my Diet Coke addiction even though I KNOW I would be healthier if I did. I admit that I will probably never be stylish but that I can aim higher than frumpy. I admit that while I know it is the right choice for my family, I am sometimes jealous of the fact that my husband gets to be the stay at home parent.
I admit, in advance, that I am probably going to eat a whole pint of Ben&Jerry’s Greek Fro Yo tonight while reading a trashy magazine and I am going to LOVE IT.
Wendy wants you to read ..Screaming Glee
I am finally admitting that I’d rather be healthy than thin (although as I get healthier I get thinnER but I’ll never be 125 pounds again and that’s ok).
And I’m 38 years old and I will never be the kind of person whose house is always drop-in ready at any given moment. It’s time to be ok with this fact.
donna wants you to read ..Cutting Down
Add to that list that y’all found rare vintage 1970s yellow melamine dinnerware in under 24 hours for a Hollywood film, because you got a last minute text begging for help. You ROCK!
Oh the heels…I get that one. Early pregnancy back aches had me in flats or tennis shoes until I couldn’t wear anything but flip flops (yay for summer baby!) Since then, the few times I have tried to wear heels I have had to ditch them pretty quickly. But being short and Southern, I don’t feel dressed up unless I’m in heels.
I am wanting to implement the color palette as well. I’m just trying to weed out what I own that isn’t working for me and figure out what colors I want to use. I know black, white, and red are definites since most of my wardrobe is already in those colors.
Julie wants you to read ..In a Rut