Have you even taken inventory of your likes and dislikes over a span of 5 to 10 years, and realize the old faves are still there, yet surprised at how much your tastes have changed, and maybe even matured? This is what I have pondered on the beach this week, while basking my spirit in the sun.
Today, I love Houndstooth & Chevron Prints (you know the black and white zig zaggy pattern you once spied on aunt Miranda’s jumpsuit?) My chestnut-brown hair is no longer a process of extreme colors, thus, I’m somewhere between a dark red and a dark brown, which I find suits me just fine. I still prefer my contacts lenses, yet, there are days where I can’t wear them and end up in my glasses.
I still prefer being in jeans and a comfy shirt. I wear shorts a lot easier and am more comfortable in the my skin since I have lost weight. I often, dream of California and am having a love affair with the beach. It makes me feel recharged. I still have my love of tea and coffee. However, on most days I would prefer you wait until I have a couple of cups of coffee infused in my blood before you speak to me.
I still love the band Train, but U2 is a must. I still love my Apple products, yet realistically, androids are starting to appear on my radar. I love to bake, but it’s not an overwhelming need, thus, I want to cook healthy meals more than anything. The latter inspired me teach myself the art of blanching, canning, jamming and jellying.
I still love the funky and fun nail colors, especially on my toes. I love to craft, to create and to sew.
Those are my happy places.
Along with Tahiti, Hawaii, Paris and Rome.
Once upon a time, in the not so distant past, there was a girl who loved the color pink. She was trying to find her way…. Getting lost in the shuffle of life and floundering around getting a grip on who and what she wanted to be when she grew up.
Pink was something she used to identify herself to break out of the mold of what was.
She was me, and I have journeyed miles….
- Gone are the days when I had to bake.
- Gone are the days when pink was my overwhelming color choice.
- Gone are the days when my skin was not a happy place for me.
The girl I used to be wouldn’t know the woman who I am now.
Presently, I have a good marriage, a home, a new car, skin that works for me. I have hair that is healthier and not being changed all the time, a job that I love and a family that I hope doesn’t find me as pitiful.
While I am grateful for those days because they gave me the foundation to build on and so many wonderful connections, today I am saying goodbye to them. We are more like acquaintances and that is okay with me.
So no more pink. No more “trying to find myself”.
Because I’m right here. Sitting on the beach in my purple Adirondack chair, covered in a University of Alabama throw, sippin’ some hot dark magic coffee with my one Splenda and Irish Cream creamer from a bright yellow mug. Waiting at a bonfire for my peeps to join me. Because we have some work to do, some fun to be had.
Now… there is white, black, yellow, pink, blue, green, orange and red left. Who is joining me? We can always grab some extra chairs if needed.
And hey, who has the smores!?
Donna’s Twitter bio describes her as: “Southern and loud! She loves her Crimson Tide, Marvel Comics, Thai food, Martinis, old movies and books, LOTS of books”. Her journey towards empowerment & wellness began a couple of years ago when she stepped off a curb and broke her left ankle, both bones. She became aware, then and there: her body was telling her something had to change!
Since then, Donna has listened to her true spirit. When she’s not fabricating gorgeous quilts, spending time with good friends, her new hubby or writing on her blog, Donna takes the time to make herself a hot cuppa tea and truly listen to her body and its needs.