As I stepped out into the cool morning air to greet the first sunrise of the new year, I was feeling a bit sorry for myself. It felt like the entire world had a plan, a goal, or at the very least a direction to go.
I had nothing, not even a clue. They don’t really offer roads maps for this, ya know?
Shouldn’t I have a brilliant list of improvements I want to make in my life?
Heck, I am a single mama of a teenage kid that colors outside more lines than I can even see. I talk too loud when I am excited and pout now and then when I am not. At nearly 50 years old I no longer have bags under my eyes, I have luggage.
I am either far too fat or I am seriously vertically challenged. I have a feeling I am not gonna grow another 6 inches taller any time soon. Years of laughing way too hard and loving the sun have left not just lines on my face but intersecting highways that I really should install mile markers on soon.
And, I am just me.
Before I sunk too much further into my little cesspool attitude of despair, the Lemur showed up at my feet. Yeah, the same cat that you have to wrap in a blanket if ya want to pet him. He stretched his whole body up my side, wanting to be cuddled.
Nope, that does not happen often. I wrapped my arms around him and listened to the gentle sound of his purr and begin to think about something I told a friend this morning. “You are so much more than you realize….” Well, heck! So am I!
Have I mentioned lately that I am adorable? 🙂