If I've said it once, I've said it a million times... I love, love, love being fortysomething. I love the view from this point in my journey. I love having older kids, I love knowing a few more things, I love having this different perspective. It's fun to know who your real friends are, what really warrants a trip to the ER, what life's real deal breakers are. It's good junk.
Sadly, there are some definite downsides to being fortysomething too. It's harder to see, and more difficult to look at myself real close in the mirror- and don't get me started on the stray wiry hairs that keep cropping up all over creation. I miss my flat tummy and non-jiggly arms. I miss my smooth face and whatever color my hair used to be before it started its mutiny. I've lost a little of my optimism, a lot of my trust in people, and my car keys more times than I can count. It's harder to lose weight, but easier than ever to lose my train of th.... oh, dear, where was I?
Oh yes... I was trying to explain what happened to the second part of my last post. It's a terrible confession, my friends.
I straight up don't remember.
I know I wanted to tell you some great spiritual lesson that I got from the fall. I think it was about the importance of the aligning of the finger, and how it needed to be rebroken so it could heal properly and be used as it should... but I simply have forgotten. Guess you'll need to draw your own conclusions.
Which leads me to the purpose of this post: An apology and a resolution.
First, the apology: I am so sorry I left ya'll hanging for so long, and now I can't even finish the post. That was rude and I apologize.
Next, the resolution: I will no longer be doing multi part posts UNLESS I have written all the parts ahead of time.
I hope you will all forgive me.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go take my breakfast out of the microwave. that I left there this morning. 14 hours ago. *sigh* I knew there was a reason I was so hungry at church today.