I have to get to bed but first I thought I'd admit to a guilty secret, right here, publicly, even though I'm older than dirt. I LOVE the song Moves Like Jagger. Yes, I have been whistling it all day under my breath.
Another confession: the lead singer Adam Levine is a cutie pie. I just don't want to see the tats all over his chest. Ick. One - not too bad. Two, maybe I could deal with that. But Adam looks like he's been attacked by a toddler with a Sharpie who's high on pixie sticks.
Yes, I am immature.
I love the post my friend Judy did about the song and her daughter's reaction to it.
It's been a difficult day. I had to go to the doctor for a checkup this morning. I had lost some weight - YAY - but not enough. Still working on it. Trying to move like Jagger. Looking more like Jabba the Hut, but whatever...
I came home and dinner had been made for me. So nice not to have to cook.
Since I didn't have the money to go on vacation last summer, I have started taking mental vacations. I allow myself a few minutes of meditation every day, periodically. I try not to do it in the car. On Atlanta interstates, it could be fatal.
I am reading a book called The Plantation, by Chris Kuzneski. He's a great writer. I like Greg Iles, and this reminds me a lot of Iles' books.
We are watching discs from Netflix with episodes of two TV shows I like, 30 Rock and Modern Family. I hate TV but if I can watch without commercials it's nice, if the show is clever.
That's all I can think of to share. It's been a Monday. All day.
I saw this posted on Facebook and I like it a LOT: When something bad happens you have three choices. You can let it destroy you. You can let it define you. OR you can let it strengethen you.
