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Feeling myself

This morning i pulled my classic black pencil skirt out of the closet and thought "let me just try this and see where we are at"......

It fits.  Perfectly.  I don't look like a stuffed sausage or a stork.  The skirt has no stretch, you fit or you don't.  I do.  

So i'm feeling myself today.  Getting back to where i was a couple of years ago, so now its just a matter of continuing the journey to my happy place, size 10.  I'm a curvy girl and always have been, size 10 has been my standard feel good place and thats what i'm working toward.  

At one point in my life i shrunk to a 6 and i looked emaciated.  I'm not supposed to be a 6.  I'm a straight up 10.  hahahaha

My weight will be whatever it is at that point.  I just know i feel good and healthy there.  Besides, eating healthy and moving is now a lifelong habit to be kept up regardless. 

I like my bonus boss.  He's very appreciative about anything i help him out with.  At the same time i'm trying to not think too hard about my boss not being here all the time anymore.  He leaves for vacation on Friday- and then i'm on vacation...and then he's officially down to part time.  I'm feeling pretty sad about it.

I finally work for an important, brilliant man and i only got to for a short time.  Not even 2 years.  But he helped me find my calling and what i'm good at, so everything happens for a reason.  And having someone as smart as he is think I'M smart?  priceless.  

Imagine if that had happened earlier in my life?  Where would i be now?  But everything happens when it's supposed to.  I'm growing.  I'm still hungry.....i'm not done.  When a lot of people my age are starting to slow down professionally i'm just getting started.

Last night i sat with my watercolors and played around, nothing serious.  But it felt so good to leave my thoughts and just think about "what if this, how does this work, etc".......and see what happens.  No win or lose, right or wrong, good or bad......just create.  Yes.  Very much needed.


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