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Showing posts with label be yourself. Show all posts
Showing posts with label be yourself. Show all posts

Monday, October 31, 2022

KEEP THE COFFEE COMING …

Oy Vey: the bitching from {offended people} never ends.

The morning started out with a hope and a promise, despite the dreary weather. I dressed, prepared a coffee before walking out the door, and slipped the CD with Bob’s voice on it into the player (always puts a positive spin on the unfolding day); and set out for an enjoyable day with friends …

Face on ... ready to meet & greet.
Still doing a closet purging - this top gets to stay ;-)
Goat in the middle of the road; Spruce Creek Road.

Arriving at my destination, it quickly became apparent that once again, complaining trouble-makers were not going to let the day be enjoyable.

So, after listening to a good half-hour of nonsensical bellyaching about projected {wrongs} – while actual wrongs were totally being ignored/and-or excused, I couldn’t take anymore. And said as much. I stressed firmly that if it was being “demanded that we accepted bully tactics from specifically chosen people”, and we had to “understand” certain personality tics … then that had to be a two-way understanding: the same rules needed to apply to the trouble-maker’s, too.

I also stated that I refused to knuckle under to the bullies, and I refused to be broken by the queen bee who has set herself up as a demi-god, self-styled-judge, and pious jury causing trouble just because she can – and everyone has allowed it.

I said I am willing to consider joint changes from everyone (including mz queen bee), and I am willing to seek a peaceful solution. BUT I adamantly refuse to be browbeat into accepting unacceptable behavior – and I will not be broken: better people have tried. Only Elohim can bring me to a breaking point, and when He does that, there’s always a healing process that takes the sting out of the situation.

Mz queen bee is not God … and I do not have to submit to her toxic sting.

If mz queen bee is feeling {hurt}, then she only has to look to the image in the mirror to rectify the situation.

I refuse to be broken to make someone else feel good about themselves.

I am a Rebel WITH a Cause; and people are learning that about me.

I can be a Friend, or an opponent: the choice is theirs. Either way, I intend to win the scuffle provoked to break me, and continue enjoying MY LIFE. With ... or without them in it.

C.h.o.i.c.e.s.

A happy Life is always about choices.

If I didn’t truly believe things will eventually even out and start getting better, I’d avoid getting together with people, altogether. Praise the Lord, someone spoke up and said they would be happy to mediate, and be a peacemaker between the trouble-makers and the rest of us that are standing strong; and refusing to be broken by the weekly trauma dramas.

Lately, it seems I am reminded every day of why I have avoided people for as long as I have. I didn’t start a full-on mingling socially until the Fall of 2021.

And I am also reminded every day that mingling with people is a necessary thing to moving forward. Even when trouble-makers start their bullying shit.

Thank the Lord, I am not easily manipulated – I can hear what people are saying to me … and still know I am exactly where I am supposed to be in this time of My Life, {without anyone’s permission to enjoy the freedom} of that knowing, being, and doing 😉

After the dustup had settled, and the enjoyable part kicked in, laughter echoed among us and hearts were lightened. We are, by majority – friends, after all.

On my way home, I passed a little roadside waterfall. It soothed me. It reminded me that things fall into place all by themselves if allowed to.

Waterfall; Mill Creek Road.
Ricky Nelson – ‘Garden Party’ song:

Monday, June 6, 2022

YOUNG AT HEART …

And trying not to look foolish in my golden years 😉

December 29th, 2021 officially bumped me into ‘The Golden Years’ years (65+ … I am now 65).

David Bowie – ‘Golden Years’ song:(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HRD0ghlFSgk)

But though my body is aging, I am young at heart 😊

I am also {big} coming and going – I have boobs and booty; I’m a curvy grammy. And my practically non-existent waist (short torso issue) is feeling the squeeze between the two “coming and going pulls” as menopause just keeps expanding the coming and going points. LOL

I'm 5'1" ... and there is a LOT of woman to me ;-)
Yard work day ...
PJ's; I love oversized men's tees - SO comfortable.
Special event evening.
Garden planting.
Skirts are not my friend.
When I say my boobs sit on my hips ... I'm not exaggerating: I have a very short torso, and large breasts.
A 65-yo 'hourglass' figure ... it is what it is - and I'm okay with that.
I'm perfectly proportioned for an hour-glass shape ... but it's morphed from the ‘girlish’ it was … to the ‘full-figured’ it is, now ðŸ˜‰
I look like a little dumpling, no matter what I wear ...

All of us have a vision of ourselves in our heads, and sometimes we need a reality check 😉 So, this year, I decided to photograph myself in various outfits – and colors (makeup and clothing) – that I like, to see what I really look like: some photographs have been flattering … and some photographs show me what no longer ‘works’, and needs to be ditched/replaced.

Thankfully, I have not had to cull too much.

I want to wear colorful clothing and makeup.

I want to wear what I like – but I do not want to look foolish. It’s a tight-rope walk … and the struggle is real.

I have dieted since the onset of menopause fifteen years ago. I have changed my eating habits – more so since becoming a widow 3¼ years ago (I eat more salads: Bob hated salads. I eat with less on the plate: Bob was a hefty eater, and liked heavy foods meals). I exercise daily; hiking as well as stretching and weight lifting routines. ALL to no real avail. The excess weight is here to stay … and I am getting comfortable with that. It appears to be that the only true way to shed the pounds is to starve myself on a daily basis (aka: water or juice and no solid foods); that doesn’t work for me.

Plus, I’m on the down-side of Life: I want to enjoy it, not stress about it!

There is only me now to care about how I look … and I’m okay with how I look 😉

I don’t think I look too bad for an old hen with a young at heart chic vibe in my heart 😊