I woke up having a gray day. I think fatigue plays a role and sometimes its when I'm alone too much or said something I wish I hadn't said.
Perhaps worst is of all are the times I "Can't erase it." I would be interested to know about you but with me, I have an enormous child. Ha
Have you ever heard of "group mentality?" It's when a group gets carried away and later sets back and says ..Wow! Maybe we took
took this prank a bit far....(Like dragging the church bell to the middle of the street on Halloween!) I know of a group that did that years .
ago. I wasn't in on it...But give me a group prank, and I'll be your leader...
What does this have to do with this blog. I'll tell you. That inner child of mine has the imp of five. Because I'm happy for the Tigers, I sent
my Tiger #13 blog around the world and back. Suddenly, I thought...enough! What will your friends think of you and what are you yourself
thinking about your child's play? Quite frankly, I was embarrassed and than I was gray. The kid in me sometimes wonders why adults get
so grown up. The adult in us is the part that weighs, evaluates, measures, looks ahead, and say A+B=C asking, if I act like a "born again kid"
will I feel silly, or embarrassed-kind of like the person who drinks too much spiked punch and wakes up in the wrong house-(I have
not done that, but last week I got in the wrong red van, stone sober) I'm one that doesn't need to drink because I seem to get high on life
and the embarrassing things that happen to me...My dream would be to be the perpetually graceful woman some day or in my
next life-or better yet-maybe just for today. Today I go for my MS infusion. I am going to be an adult lady for one day. I will be gentle,
calm, poised, and the essence of the lady I wasn't quite meant to be. By now, I am feeling sunshine and glow coming in to fill up my heart.
Most importantly, God is lighting my way so all is O.K. . It's going to be another interesting day. I'll write about today tomorrow...
Meanwhile, wishing you sunshine,
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