Life hands us stuff: lemons, blessings, unfortunately located piles of dog poo, rainbows….etc. Not all of it is tasteful, but our job is to make do. That means thinking WTF and moving on. WTF as in: WHATEVER. TOTALLY FINE.
Like…take for instance my latest fashion accessory:
It’s like a scarf…
Except it’s not.
My back and neck are jacked up something FEIRCE.
Whatever. Totally. FINE.
ARRRRggghh. When it rains it pours. Time takes time and the body heals at its own pace. A few months of treating it better may not mean shiz as far as it’s concerned.
I’m thinking God approves for me to sit still on my razzmatazz for a good long while. Groin, Ribs, feet…. HE work all things for good.
So it’s fine! Whatever!
And meanwhile THIS single gal has a bed buddy.
And it will not mind at all if I eat PBJ in bed with it.
I felt bereft if I did not write something today. Who knows why. I’d apologize for lack of content and the over share but then I would apologize every time I write.
But seriously … please don’t think this is “poor me” drivel.
It’s just …funny to me.
Angering too… health is NOT something to take for granted.
Also I’m bored.
Love to love ya!