Getting it together
It’s funny how perspective can totally change a person.
Just the other day I thought to myself, “when was the last time I ate a vegetable?”. Then I looked around at the tumbleweeds of dog fur rolling by, the stack of clean, but messy laundry piled up, and realized that I had been wearing the same pair of black stretch pants for longer than I can publicly admit. Man, I have really got to get my shit together.
Then I remembered my devastatingly handsome husband, my daughter who smiles and squeals way more than she has ever cried, and my hairy, hairy, (hairy) happy dog and decided that my definition of having everything just perfect has definitely changed. And I’m a-ok with that.
Here’s to a new year and being thankful for many good things.