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So This Is 37

To say that my 36th year was hard would be an understatement.  During the course of that year I went through so many changes and emotions, I can't even begin to describe.  It was a year of awakening, a year of taking a good hard look at things...something that I didn't want to do, but was forced to do.  And that's ok.  Somethings aren't better left alone.  Status quo isn't always a good thing.  

So when it came time for 37 to roll around I was more than ready.  I wanted a fresh beginning, and brand new starting line with a new ending....that's not written yet.  

I was surrounded by some of the best people that I know over the weekend...my birthday weekend.  

With them I celebrated surviving, growing, learning and recovering.  I am blessed.

White Tights

Since the first day that one neighborhood boy splashed mud on my pretty white tights in grammar school I knew I'd never understand them.  Who them?  Boys.  Men.  Oh who are you kidding...they'll always be boys.

I mean what is it with them??  Cave men would drag their women around by their damn hair!  Now we give up our names in most cases sometimes ourselves.

And yet we keep going back.  We just keep changing our tights and we keep getting mud splashed on them.

True some are way better than others, but, they'll always splash the mud...always...no matter how great they are.

I am tired of changing my damn tights.  I like my clean white pretty tights and damn it the next time I get splashed with mud I swear I'll take them off right then and there and walk away.  Naked...ok, not totally naked...but naked by way of no tights.

Damn it.