I can finally take a breath and share what I consider to be something very awesome and very relevant to this page!
Before I moved out to Texas, my BFF & I went out for one last
hurrah. Hubs rented us a limo and away we went. I'll spare you the silly
details, cuz our craziness just doesn't make much sense if you don't
share a brain like we do...and it's really not relevant to the point I'm
trying to make.
The cool thing is, the next day I was looking at pics, reliving the
experience. I was laughing about the silly, nonsensical things we had
done. Later, it hit me. This photo review was the first time since I can
remember (if I were to guess, I'd say my veryyyy early 20s) that I
looked at pics of myself and smiled. Not just because of the memories
with my friend, but I wasn't repulsed by the way I looked. I didn't see
my own image and think, "Yuck," and just flip through as quickly as
possible to get it over with.
Later, I pondered this and
bounced off of said BFF and the hubs...was this reaction due to changes
on the outside, or the inside of me? I believe it's a little bit of
I share this story to help remind us all to gauge our
progress by realizations such as this...not so much by the numbers on
the scale or the tag in our jeans. It helps to see movement there, but I
believe there are much more valuable measuring sticks in our lives of
how we're doing.
Stay beautiful, my friends!