Yesterday was my birthday. I didn’t make a big deal about it here in blogland, cause well… I didn’t really feel like it was a big deal. And to be honest, I think it’s been the reason for my sour attitude this past week.
At Disney on Ice, I was hit on by a Grandpa. Not a great way to have my ego boosted! HAH. He was on the younger side, and pretty good looking for a grandpa, but still… I turned 26, not 46.
I’ve never been one to
my birthday, or really mind getting older. And really, I don’t mind the age thing. It’s just that when I look into the mirror lately, I don’t recognize the person looking back at me.
I’m constantly criticizing my flaws
. No longer do I
I always said “ I will not be one of those mother’s or people in general that let themselves go”…. at 26, I’ve
This year will be more about
. Because I’ve lost her. I don't know who
. While I love those attachments. I know there is more to my being, than just those two things.
I will be embracing myself, not just as a mom, or spouse, but as a woman. Embracing me.