It's funny (or really, not) how quickly my mood can change, with the blink of an eye, because of something that someone says about me. I can become elated, walking on rainbows and floating on pink marshmallows, or deflated, like a kiddie pool forgotten outside in the fall. With all the mucky, stale brown water to match. I know I'm supposed to be at the age where I have enough self confidence to take it all with a grain of salt, to know that one statement does not define my worth or my value as a person. I'm not there yet though. True, I can brush it off more easily - take in criticism, assess it for what it is and then move on with my life. But it's the little gnat, constantly buzzing around my face and for now, I can't shake it.
Today I'll take it for what it is. But tomorrow is a new day and I will start all over again. I did say this year that I will forgive, particularly myself, more.
Finger snapping, leg slapping, foot tapping Texan girl who works with numbers. I like blank pages, the written word and horses. This is my attempt to amuse you via books, food, travel and the assorted spice rack of life.