I realized quickly that no it wasn't Erin because Erin would have laughed. This woman? Well, you should have seen the look on her face. (Yes, we made eye contact.) Her look was not one of happiness. No, I think it was one of fear. Fear of a sweaty, psychotic middle-aged woman.
Today is the day after I returned home from my trip to Las Vegas.
It was one of the best Las Vegas trips I've ever been on. The weather was gorgeous. Warm during the day. Cool at night. My husband and I were alone except for the one evening we got to spend with a college...
Yesterday morning, I ran 2.5 miles. Then, in the afternoon, I went to Pilates. This morning, I woke up and went to a kick-ass spin class.
After class, as I was getting in the shower, I couldn’t help but think, “Who the f@$k am I?”
I’ve had that thought a lot in the last couple of weeks.
I am not one to use affirmations. In times of sadness or confusion, I have not been helped by “Tomorrow is another day.” No “Let go, let God.” Or “I am worthy of love.” The only phrase that ever comes in to my head when I am upset about something is “This too shall pass”...
Today is my birthday.
Yep, I'm 48 years old.
F@*k. That’s old.
But as my daughter told me today, “You don’t look 48. And you definitely don’t act 48.”
Thanks kid. I should have spent an extra couple of bucks on your Hanukkah present.
For me, life’s ups and downs come in cosine waves. High peaks, low valleys. Extremes. Don’t get me wrong. I have a really nice life. I’m blessed with a husband who I love and kids that can bug the shit out of me but who are healthy, smart and usually kind. But it just seems...