Nightmares about my old self...
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
It's not often I have a nightmare - a wake up in a rush, pulse pounding bad dream. This one was the briefest I can remember.
I was in the house I grew up in (age birth-13, anyway) and I woke up in my old bed and had to make my way to the bathroom. Well, I was hampered by mess everywhere papers, clothes, trashbins (empty, of course). Now, its been years since my home looked anything like this, and it wouldn't really be a nightmare if it weren't slightly exaggerated. But I have been in a house like that recently, and it certainly makes me think about how much I've changed.
I'm not a messy person anymore. I'm not overweight anymore - sure, I'm on the high side of "normal", so my Wii Fit says, but I will NEVER be overweight again, thanks to Spark. Sure, I have some clutter, and my house is never perfectly clean, but thanks to Flylady, I'll never wake up in aroom full of trash again. I have changed - for good, both literally and figuratively.