MISTAKES

THE MESS IS ABOUT FORGIVING MYSELF.   I LEARNED TO SCOLD MYSELF FOR EVERY LITTLE MISTAKE.  I COULD NEVER DO ANYTHING RIGHT ACCORDING TO MY FAMILY.  'OH, SUE......'

NOW NONE OF IT MATTERS.  THE HOUSE IS A WRECK AND THE WORLD HASN'T ENDED.  IT WAS ALL SILLINESS.

I'M STILL ALIVE.

DID MY SUNDAY MORNING ROUTINE.  THE LAP POOL 82 FELT PERFECT.  I GOT MY FREE OLIVE HUMMUS LUCKY'S, 2 ASPARAGUS CHICKEN WRAP AND ICEBERG LETTUCE.  HOME EARLY PUT EVERYTHING AWAY.  HUNGRY I DRANK TURMERIC CHOCOLATE PROTEIN.

STILL FEELING 20 YEARS OF SAD.  LONGER ACTUALLY CONSIDERING MARRIAGE HELL.  1972.  AND MY CHILDHOOD.  MAYBE MY ENTIRE LIFE WITH BRIEF FLASHES OF BLISS.

ST JUSTIN'S WAS AMAZING.  LUNCH WAS OK.  LASAGNA, GARLIC BREAD, CESAR SALAD.  I GOT THERE 12;30 AND WAS TOLD OF THE CHRISTMAS SALE IN THE BIG HALL.  JOHN AND MARTHA WERE THERE SELLING HEMATITE JEWELRY BRACELETS $1 EACH OR 12 FOR $10.  HALF OFF LAST DAY OF SALE.  I ASKED JOHN IF I COULD GET A BAKER'S DOZEN AND GOT 13.  3 ARE DOUBLE AND I WEAR THEM LIKE WONDER WOMAN. 

HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO ME!!