Thoughts for Friday!!!

Friday mornings are my "tired" mornings since I get a shot on Thursday evenings that always makes me feel "off" on the following days. I deliberately don't do anything before noon on Fridays and try to move really slowly, take deep breaths and focus on all the wonderful things in my life. It isn't difficult to bask in the "glitter" in my world (most of the time)....it's just so hard to remember to take the time to do so that sometimes is tough. It's amazing...the good things are always there...just sometimes I seem to look through a haze or a fog. Today, however, I am glad to report that the "glitter" is brillant and sparkling.

I am spending the afternoon with my sister Jodee. She would die if she knew I was talking about her on a BLOG where people might actually read about her...but I feel rather confident that she will never read this blog...so I will be able to avoid her anger.

I can remember, as a teenager, I accidently found my birth certificate and it totally amazed me that I actually was a biological part of my family. I always felt so different and so removed from everyone else....that I truly grew up with the assumption that I was adopted. Now I am aware of the biological connections.....my compromised auto-immune system and my huge thighs and chubby cheeks definately are a gift from my ancestors....however I still am my own unique being when compared to my siblings. I can honestly say that my siblings and parents never have gotten me....and I don't get them....but it's gotten more OK as I've gotten older and I continue working on accepting the huge differences between us. The most important thing is that I love my two sisters and my Mom (my Brother and my Father have passed away) and all my nephews, nieces and great-nieces with all my heart. I consider myself blessed to have all of them in my life.

However....it is fun to freak them out a little!!! My sisters are older (10 and 15 years older) and I can totally make their mouths hang open when I show up in my altered jeans, sparkly shirt and glitter on my chest and cheekbones. They don't get my art at all.....or my writing and have always called me the dramatic one.....how appropriate, then, that on birthday celebrations I often bring party bags, crowns, hats and horns for everyone....especially if we're at a fancy restaurant and I make them all wear the festive attire. They just about die....but it keeps them guessing. It use to bother me that they didn't get me.....but now I celebrate our differences!!!

I guess that that is what comes with getting older. I find myself much more willing to not be understood all the time. I don't have such a huge need to have everyone agree with me. I don't try to drag them along in my adventures....because really it only makes them miserable and in the end I just get frustrated.

Sometimes I do feel horribly sad that it is difficult for them to share my joy with such small wonders as the color pink, a small bird, my dogs swimming in the lake, Richard and I building a crazy trellis for our beans...but it's OK. I know that most likely we aren't going to finger paint together, nor are they going to ever wear glitter or dance naked with me during a full moon. Of course there probably aren't many people who are going to be willing to do that with me either but it's OK.....I can still delight in that experience all by myself.