I believe I’m happiest in that brief moment when I’m removing my makeup at day’s end. My face glows and I wear a triumphant smile.
“Here I am, world! I survived yet another day!”
It’s too bad that some famous photographer isn’t around to capture me in that ephemeral moment between being made up and being bare faced. Truly, I’m a thing of beauty.
I’m experimenting with this new thing called self acceptance. Be kind.
An ahem, friend shamed me into discarding my vanity and sharing a photo of me without makeup. Please note the cute haircut after poking fun at my naked face.
I call this one, “Jennifer Aniston has Nothing to Worry About.”
I did and it felt good.
Peace, people!
Last night I opened my email to find a letter from the Hillary Clinton campaign:
Without hesitation I clicked on the red RSVP now button and received a follow up email.
I was so excited I barely slept last night. Because I wasn’t familiar with the venue I got up extra early. Thanks to my GPS I was at the site a good two hours before the event.
The reward for my hyper punctuality came when I scored a front row spot.
The crowd of like-minded folks chatted congenially while waiting over an hour after taking our places.
I tried to take a panoramic photo of the crowd inside the center, but failed miserably. Thus you get some random crowd shots from outside.
Several local dignitaries spoke, and then William Jefferson Clinton was introduced to raucous applause.
Not long into his speech, former president Clinton’s notes fell from the podium. He never missed a beat, just toed them out of his way.
After speaking in his mix of down home and politically savvy style, all the time reminding us why Hillary should be our choice in tomorrow’s primary election, Mr. Clinton left the stage to shake hands with as many people as possible.
Remember that first row spot I found? It paid off:
Oh I wish I were a better selfie taker!
Go vote tomorrow if you live in Florida or Illinois, or any other state holding its primary.
Peace, people!
Some days writing posts for a daily blog is a grind. The post you’ve scheduled for publication doesn’t feel quite right, but you don’t have anything else ready so you publish it anyway, or worse yet there’s nothing in your queue and you find yourself scrounging for something, anything, to publish.
Hey, here’s an amusing picture of a pregnant pig practicing Lamaze. It’ll do!
But some days are just fun. Like today. I found several gems written by bloggers I follow. Some I reblogged and others I shared on Facebook or Twitter. My own scheduled post turned out well, and I even composed a quick on the spot piece when a flash of inspiration struck during lunch. Yes, I should have scheduled it for a future publication date, but sometimes a writer just needs instant feedback. I’ll worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.
I also fiddled with a draft of a short story that’s been in the works for awhile. Hopefully one day soon the characters will let me know what they plan to do next. Right now I’m having difficulty getting out of a fictional whorehouse. Don’t judge. It’s complicated.
Maybe the best part of a fun blogging day is the feedback, the comments, and smiley faces. Interacting with fellow bloggers whether about my own writing or theirs is often the bright spot in my day. I have some insanely witty commenters. Don’t even read my blog posts, just read the comments section. Wait, I didn’t mean that. Shhhh!!!
So, if you’re a blogger does this all sound familiar? If you tell me every day is a piece of cake I might just paste a frownie face in your comments section.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 