To Blog or not to blog...that has been my question of the day. But leaving the bathroom and seeing my god-awful refelction in the mirror I knew I must blog. As a mom I get busy and tend to let myself go, as I am sure many of you can relate to. Even if you don't have kids life gets busy and we tend to forget about giving ourselves some TLC. As I saw myself in the mirror, no gloss on the lips, a black eye (thanks to Koby's head), and my short hair pulled back with a clip on the top of my head with two big feathered like wings of hair coming out on each side, like the joker from Batman! Kim-get a hold of yourself, I thought. I immediatley reached for some revitalizing hair spray and went to work, added some gloss and went straight to the computer. Now here I sit. It's funny how just a little primping can lift your spirits. For the past many months I have been feeling empty. Or maybe Blah is the word. Like I need to spice up my life...do something crazy. Something to feel alive. I'm not sure if anyone has done the Polar Plunge in January,but DO IT! Because that is the feeling I am looking for. It's crazy to be jumping into the water when it is freezing outside, it's a little nerve racking and scary too-you think, oh God please don't let me have a heart attack. No sharks, it's too cold. My wintey white skin might scare a little kid, but they count you down 5, 4, 3, 2, 1....and there is a mad dash for the water (or in the case of last year, it was just 4 of us) you just have to run in, don't stop. The harsh, bitter cold doesn't hit you right away, when it does you're on your way out of the frigid cold water to your warm towel. Your feet feel like bricks and the boogies are frozen to your face but you can't stop laughing and neither can those around you. You feel so alive!
I recently had another opportunity to feel a bit crazy when I got my second tatoo. One of my best friends from high school came for a visit, she is to turn....this February and wanted to do something wild. Feeling empty and blah I quickly joined in on her fun. My cousin Ryan drew this kick ass sea turtle with my boys names and the number 11 in memory of my dad going through the turtles shell. With each prick of the needle I felt more alive, when it was finished it was perfect. It was the warm towel on that cold January day. So today again I have that same feeling of blah. I want to do something to feel alive. Writing and jogging help. I don't think I've always had this blah empty feeling. And I'm not that wild and crazy that I'd jump from a plane,(maybe if I had no kids). So what is it that drives me to blah...my look in the mirror? I have no idea, but that was the look that made me blog today, and at this moment I do feel alive! Maybe tomorrow I'll get a hair cut, that usually works for a day or two. And I'll have a cookie, nothing says alive like a fresh chocoalte chip cookie straight out of the oven.
Have you had a cookie today?
- Attleboro, Massachusetss, United States
- Hi. Welcome. I created CookieMOMster because when I was a first time mom 6 years ago cookies saved me. I was in a whirlwind of sleepless nights, crying and baby drool. I ate lots of cookies and began writing. Writing had been my passion since I was young and I had forgotten how much it meant to me. It's funny how these little lives come into your life and cause chaos but at the same time allow you to re-discover yourself. Thank you to Konrad and Koby for that. So sit down have a cookie and read. I hope you enjoy my blog as much as I enjoy writing. Thanks for visiting. I'm glad you stopped by.