I am writing this blog earlier than usual. I have been getting around to these at the end of every day but today I may actually write two.
I had to go to the Depths of hell early because I had to make an emergency dash to get easter eggs. I hate this holiday so leave it till the very last minute. My daughters and their babies are coming for dinner tomorrow so I also had to buy loads of food too. I will enjoy the company but the thought of all that chocolate will make me feel sick. I don’t know what has gotten into me but I don’t really want to eat chocolate anymore. The fascination, obsession and cravings have moved on to some other hormonal woman.
I had a couple of funny conversations today. People have been telling me that I am brave because I say what I think. An old work colleague used to tell me that I was born without the filter between my brain and my mouth because I used to regularly shock him with comments. I always used to reply saying my filter is fine he should have read the comments as they formed in my head. I have just gotten to a place in my life that I can’t be doing with pussyfooting around things. If I want to know something I will ask it. If I have an opinion to voice I will do it.
Just as with my blog I will write what I want to write. The thought of deleting some comments here makes me feel like I would be deleting part of my soul. All I can do is live my life being true to me. I have become addicted to putting my thoughts down on this blog. I sleep better at night because I purge everything at the end of the day.
This philosophy for life also transcends into my clothes. I wear odd socks every day because it feels right to not conform to convention – these are sometimes complemented by bright laces too. My tattoos are anything but feminine and can make me look a little scary to people. If they bothered to ask me though they would find out that there is a genuine connection between my life and the pictures on my skin. The art work on my back and arm is a reflection of me and I absolutely love them. I have plans for much more artwork.
Life is far too short to worry about what people think. I do try to respect everyone and take other people’s feelings into consideration but at the end of the day I can only live life as good as I can. I also try to bring my kids up to respect other people. I think almost everyone has something interesting about them unless you are a politician. They are the most despicable vile, corrupt and self-obsessed kind of people. So today I will live and let live.