Monday, April 09, 2012
The confetti trickles in tantalizing flakes of rainbow snow. Covering a vast layout of noisy partying teenagers and ear-shattering music (am I telling my age?), suddenly the record scratches.
Reality sets in...
I'm no longer in the late 80's listening to the Beastie Boys, Public Enemy, DePesh Mode, or Duran Duran on "Night Tracks", MTV, or at the high school dance.
I am about 50 pounds heavier.
Mother of 3.
Passed my 30s and still lookin' good for my age.
Don't get it twisted!
I may be thick in the waist, but I'm cute in the face!
My moments of reminiscing have afforded me the ability to serve as a big sister to many who are willing to listen to some well-thoughtout advice.
At 40, I have experienced
the death of a parent,
knocked on death's door twice
and survived being in a dysfunctional family...
I think that qualifies me to help others (especially when I speak from experience).
Being unbiased and non-judgemental affords me the right to help friends in need.
Do I give my opinion when not asked?
If you ask me, I will answer you openly and honestly.
This tends to pose a problem sometimes.
Even when I am honest (with caution), it may come across as being to forward.
When I hold back, it comes across as being passive.
Can't win for losing I suppose...
So, this is why it's easier dealing with my sparkfriends.
When the smoke clears...after the race is over, we have all weighed in on downfalls, but we pick each other up because we all have nothing to lose but weight while gaining confidence and better health.
(I wanted to add wealth, too --- Chris, where is the money icon?)
Enough of my mental ramblings...
When the smoke clears, and the dust settles, we all come out champions!