Watching my daughter...

...i wish for the time where i was as 'free' as she is. She doesn't give a second thought to how she looks as life is so much more interesting. What can she play with, where can she run, can she take her clothes off, can she sing and dance? How amazing would it be to be like this? And why can't grownups be this way?

I'm going to lunch with my husband today. Am i excited about it? No. I'm more worried that i'm in my size 16 pants today and that my hair is doing it's own thing. My daughter, however, is thrilled that we will get to see "Dada and go weat with him at da place". She could care less that she has yogurt on her face or that her hair hasn't been brushed. She's just excited because she'll get to spend time with someone she loves.

To be more like my little daughter.

That's my goal.

Out of hiding...

...because if i would have stayed hidden any longer, i would have just not ever come out. When you get use to hiding, it's hard to come out into the open. I have to admit though, i missed this blog. I wanted to blog so many times, but none of what i had to say was any where near positive or uplifting. In fact, it was pretty much filled with self-hate kinda stuff that no one needed to hear and that i really didn't need to type.

But this blog is suppose to be my "safe" place to blog and i truly need to remember that. I'm "safe" here as it's pretty much a blog that no one knows about. Don't ask me why i feel the need to write on this blog in private...i guess i don't really want anyone to "know me".

I'm still treading water...moving slowly forward, putting a toe or two into the water. I'm thankful that i've not moved backwards...

And i'll be here more often.