Let the Wild Rumpus Begin

I don’t guess that this is much of a girly post as it is a general good-living post.  Smile more often.  Period.  Smile, smile often, and often to the exclusion of other expressions.

I used to smile a lot.  In the words of Phoebe (you know if you know), I looked like I had a coat hanger in my mouth.  But life happened.  I got older, was fired from a job, had a change in career, had a child with cancer, went through back problems, covid, a death of one parent, and the pseudo-death of another parent with ALZ and DMT (I can never spell them right).  In spite of that, and not to make light of anyone who has suffered worse, when i have rotten days, I try my best to smile.  It’s not a “grin-and-bear it” solution.  The hurt is still there, the recovery is still on-going.  But a smile gives me a glimpse into a more vibrant life post-disorientation.  And however feign it might be, smiling helps me relate to my girliness.

I know it’s not the sure-fire way of getting in touch with Candie.  I just know that for me, it helps.  Maybe it can for you too.  So, give a smile.  Stand in front of a mirror and smile, greet people with a smile, and meet life with a smile.  It’s okay if you can’t in your moments.  But give it a try.

Love you, my girlies!