Despite all my protesting yesterday, metro-Detroit has been blanketed with yet another layer of snow. I am so tired of snow and yet, today, it just keeps on falling. Before this storm is all said and done we could have 6-10 inches of accumulation. I wanted to retire my snowblower for this season. It served me well but it was time for it to rest. I guess Mother Nature has other ideas.
Despite my whining, I am, in fact in a fairly good mood. I am happy actually. I am feeling more and more comfortable in my own skin, my life, and my choices. I am bursting with happiness at the thought of all the people out there in this world with the courage and conviction to be themselves, wholly and completely. I am blessed to have a group of friends who unabashedly pursue their passions, even if it may label them “weird.” Weird is a less and less scary concept as one gets older I have found.
Years ago, I would not have left the house without makeup, most likely a full face of makeup. Now, I could care less. Most of the time on my days off I do not bother to wear make up, or if I do, it is simply because I feel like it, not that I feel I have to wear it.
When I first started this blog I barley told anyone that I had a blog. First off, it’s a lot of random nonsense that I write. It’s not like I could say, “check out my blog about such and such topic,” and tell people how I am making an impact. I write what comes to mind. Sometimes I write what doesn’t come to mind because the act of writing is therapeutic in, and of, itself.
Now, I am actually linking my new blog entries to my twitter account. I am being more open about it, more open about myself. I am who I am and I am ok with that, assuming I am not hurting anyone else.
So while today may be miserable and cold I am content and secure in this little life I’ve carved out for myself. What more could one ask for?