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.
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.