In junior high, I used to pretend in my head that that was my name.
I don't really have anything to say, but these few things:
1. After my four days in Artesia, this morning I weighed 218. That's not how I wanted it to be. But I didn't do what I knew I had to do to make it any different.
2. I got a call from my oncologist's office saying that my pap smear came back negative for cancer. Praise God!
3. Tomorrow, I have my annual physical with my primary care doctor. As with all things medical, I dread this and could go to a place of anxiety and fear if I chose to.
Wow, I think that's progress. Have I always had a choice? It sure hasn't felt like it. My usual spiral down to anxious angst before doctors' appointments sure hasn't felt like anything that I chose.
But, I need to remember that a choice can be a split-second activity - made so quickly that we have no awareness that there was ever any other option.
It's those split-second choices that bite me in the butt.
It's those split-second choices that bite us all in the butt.
The collective butt.
And the words "collective butt" seem like a good place to end this post. I want to watch something uplifting tonight. I'm gonna start with a couple of episodes of Walking Dead.