Monday Monday

...feels like Sunday.  Long weekends do that to you.  So many invitations filled HRG's calendar.  Parties everywhere.  Music.  Food.  Friends. Fun.  And that babies, is exactly how it was.  The best gatherings are the last minute, throw together ones aren't they?  This one was.  Food for the soul was served and heartily devoured.  It was, in short, fabulous.  My Goddess knew I needed it.  Big time. 

It's been a grade school sand throwing as of late, frustrating me so much that a mother-may-I-take-another-gianormous-step-backwards request was made and granted. If your always faithful and loving HRG could have anything, anything at all, this would be it:

I'd never want for money
I'd never want for friends
I wouldn't have to make excuses
For the shape that I'm in.

That would be perfect.  I'm tired of having to be almost apologetic for being in shape.  A married woman and all.  And at my age!  What is HRG trying to prove?  If you feel bad about yourself, I will always lend an ear, be your cheerleader and encourage a healthy lifestyle.  I will remind you to judge yourself by your accomplishments, not your dress size. Why instead take your insecurities and throw them at me?  How is it MY fault that you're unhappy with your body?  It's not my fault.  I have nothing to prove.  I am who I am.  It makes me happy, TCB loves the fun and flirty person I used to be before all this silliness began.  Hitting that milestone this year gave my balls back.  I'm tired of trying to hide, tired of trying to melt into the background so as not to upset anyone, tired of dressing down, tired of pushing who I am down.  I've done enough of that in my life.  The people who are my friends, who believe the best in me first, who don't automatically assume I would've said and/or done something horrible simply because someone else told them I did, well babies, they get my time, my attention.  The others simply aren't worth the energy it takes to banish them. 

There is one question to be asked.  I would always believe the best in those allowed close.  I would never think that anyone I call a friend would say or do anything mean or nasty to hurt anyone.  My first thought would be "no, they'd never do that!"  And then I'd get to bottom of it right away.  Why then would you not think the same of me?

Knowing there are people who's only exercise comes from jumping to conclusions and flying off the handle makes me sad babies, it truly does.  But you know, I realize that this is their problem, not mine. I can't fix it for you at my own expense.

I have better things to spend my money on.

Like shoes.

Groovily yours,

HRG