HELP -I'M A THIN PERSON TRAPPED IN A PUDGY BODY

You know the old adage, "The glass is half full?" I didn't realize just how true that was until yesterday when a dear, new friend of mine (Maria) told me in a very low moment to write down five things I was grateful for. Although my crappy mood, brought on most likely by every freakin' thing I'm dealing with these days, topped off by the lovely men-o-pause (what do "men" have to do with it anyway?) - was not going to allow me to feel any different, I wrote down five things I was grateful for. They were: 1. My health; 2. The time I am spending with my mother; 3. my son and his health; 4. My chance at life; and 5. My friends. I could probably have come up with more, and believe me, yesterday just these five were not easy, but I opted to sleep. I honestly think a lack of sleep is what's getting to me lately.

It is my philosophy that things are either black and white, or color. Nothing in between. People are put into your life, onto your path, and all strangers are potential friends. They either help you, love you, listen to you, have your back, guide you, hang with you, talk with you and, if you're really lucky, all of the above.

I have to say, one thing that has been missing in my life since I had to move away from my home in California and my dearest friend on earth (you know who you are Annie), and since my friend and soul sisters Dawn and Lydia moved away from Arizona, is a true confidante and friend to spend time with, listen to, and confide in. In fact, it has been so long, that I am out of practice in knowing how to be a good friend (in the local sense - I've got the long distance friend thing down pat) because I've become so used to sucking up into my own little world most of the time and I don't remember social skills at all anymore. Hence the fact that I need to go back to school to major in social interaction. LOL. I think we need classes for that. I know I do.

With age comes wisdom and, in some areas of our lives we learn to adjust and live with what we are dealt. We don't always like what we are dealt, but we have to learn to adjust and deal. This is the hard part for me sometimes. I often get the feeling that I'm beating a dead horse (who ever came up with that expression? It's really morbid). They say the definition of insanity is repeating the same mistakes over and over and expecting different results. That may be one of the wisest things ever thought of, in my opinion.

The solution? To choose the path of least resistance and soar with the eagles. In the words of Doris Day, "Que Sera Sera" and in the words of the Beatles, "Let it be." Aren't song lyrics awesome? "All we are is dust in the wind." I love that one. Darn, now that I thought of those, hoards of song titles are flooding my brain. Oh, I also just remembered this saying, "You are what you eat." I've not been eating well lately. This could be the whole problem - LOL.