Sunday, November 24, 2013


You know those days when you find bruises randomly scattered about your body and you have no idea where they came from? Yesterday was one of those days for me. I noticed two, what looked to be strategically placed bruises on the front of my right thigh. One right above the other. Had I been beaten? No. That doesn't seem very logical. Had I been drinking and just couldn't recall what had happened to my leg? Now that seems logical! But I hadn't been drinking so I simply couldn't blame it on the alcohol.

Horseback riding, Whitewater rafting, mountain climbing, Salsa dancing, Tumbling, or Football? Nope! Mosh Pit? Hell no! I haven't learned any new physically challenging skills and yet I have the bruises to show for it. I know my husband would say that it's because I'm "Lucy" like he always says, but I don't think it would be too much to just consider the fact, for one moment in time, that maybe, just maybe, I'm thorough. I do not know what I've done. I do not know why I have these unsightly bruises on my leg, but I think it's more important to see the whole underlying picture here.

I may not have a single clue that leads me to the little answers, but it's perfectly clear to me, that whatever the hell I've done, once wasn't good enough. I did it, and apparently backed up and did it again just to be sure I got it right.

Enjoy, Barrelassers :)

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