In the last week or so things with the Pace
Setter fizzled and I cut short a few dates with a cute swimmer who had more
than enough ego for the two of us. So I’m back at square one. Last night, in
the quiet of the evening, after Grace went to bed, I found myself wishing an
thoughtful or caring email or text would pop up from someone who was thinking of
me. Alas, my phone stayed silent and
dark. And my spirits started to darken as well.
That is when I realized, I was waiting for
someone else to send a positive note brightening my day. Waiting for someone
else to validate what a good effort I had made that day at my new job (which is
rapidly becoming more demanding on many fronts) and as a Mom. So why am waiting on someone else to lift me
up? Why am I not lifting myself up? Seems about time to do so…
Hi Diana,
You really rocked today. I’m so proud of you
for taking ownership of that mess of a project at work and moving it forward,
finally it is almost complete! Also, Grace
seemed so happy and at peace as you cuddled with her tonight – you are so lucky
to have such a sweet, loving child rest her head upon your chest and cuddle in
to you. It is also a testament to your warmth and positivity toward her that
she feels so comfortable and natural in doing so.
Lastly, I must say your skin is looking much
clearer after whatever random issue caused that breakout & the new
highlighter makeup you are using is really taking the years off.
Well done!
Yours truly,
Diana
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