I'm back and still jetlagged from the off-site in LA. This was the only thing I was waiting for before trying to get back to real life; the only "holiday" thing left to get out of the way.
For those wondering, I found a great dress and fabu (and cheap!) accessories on Saturday. I will admit coming out of my hotel room, dressed in a (not so) little black number with my 3" high Fluevog heels, dripping in fake Old Navy jewels plus a wrap to hide my tats and looking both ways down the hall 'cause I was feeling so self-conscious. Of course, I bumped into my boss at the elevator who said, "Wow, you look great." And I said, "I feel so damned silly," And then the night was on. I got to the super-extravaganza and I danced and rocked and was myself. (Back at work, one of my co-workers said, "You are a party ANIMAL!" so I guess the fun I had was evident. ;))
I'm still waiting to find someone who has a pic of me and I will share it, but thanks everyone for the comments and feedback. They really helped.
Now it's full on diet and fitness and taking care of my RA and finance and navel gazing and knitting and everything else. The kids will be four this year and we want to send them to pre-school but not round these parts. A move of some sort is imminent and we need to see what that looks like from all angles. My health needs working on, stat. I'm on Humira and other drugs and need to balance it all out.
And I need to own my grief and deal with it. I have been a lot but there are days and moments and sad times...
Then there's what I need to do for Mark. He needs some love and not in the sense you are thinking of. He needs nourishment of his ideas, care of his psyche, attention to his wants. I need to show my hubbo more of the love for the hard hard work he does day in and out.
I turn 42 this year. A significant number in the Hitchhiker universe. My goal is to make 42 rock. To make it the great comeback year. To make it the year from which all other years are measured.
I have a lot of work ahead of me.