I have been buying multiple new eye shadows lately. I have no idea how to do the "face" of a 25 year old. I have also been painting my toenails again. I stopped because someone mentioned once that it was for little girls and I felt self-conscious, but heck, I like painting my toenails. and "Grey by Grey" is a great color (and a killer phrase).
I have also been musing about the fact that I have become far too comfortable with dirty diapers. I changed the Rills' diaper in the hall at church (no one was around, and hey, I am pretty fast) it was just a wet diaper, no trash can around, and I was in a hurry so I threw it in my purse. There it stayed and I worked around it for several hours till I finally got around to throwing it out late that night. The next morning I put a messy diaper on the table (sorry jeff) so I could wash my hands and make breakfast. it sat there for far too long. gross, and a bit disconcerting? I think so too.
This morning I headed straight to the store without even washing my face. I knew I was gonna work out later, so why do my makeup if it was just gonna sweat off in a couple of hours? I threw my hair in a loose pony, sported my glasses, a big soft tee and comfy jeans and flip-flops and by golly, it felt great. comfortable and great.
I have been thinking and dreaming about a house. I feel I have done my time apartment wise, and I am ready for something new. A driveway is up there on the list of dreams right next to a night nanny and world peace.
....
all these things funnel down to the realization that my thoughts have been wandering off a certain subject. not to be forgotten, but not to monopolize my every thought. my breaths have been deeper, my chest lighter. I still get side swiped from time to time, but the quicksands are getting fewer and farther between. less sadness, more love. more, more love.
8 comments:
Perfect photo.
You're a good writer, Chelsea. I miss you guys, I feel like I need to come back for a visit already.
since i'm still avoiding my reader, i've been checking your blog to make sure you're doing okay.
i should have just called.
but phone chats make my palms sweat. forgive me.
and you really are a great writer.
(i really hope that someone who said that about polish wasn't me. it was, wasn't it?)
nels, this pic was from our drive down to az. those peaceful happy california cows made me tear up because they were so comforting somehow. there was fields of them. best part of the drive.
myke-thank you! your opinion counts for a lot around here. and yes, we miss you too so come back already!
kays. dude, phone calls make me nervous too, thats why I email or facebook message whenever possible. even for primary business.
and yes, yes it was. but it was on your blog, and so totally not your fault that I think you are the coolest person ever and I responded like a jr high student.
Chelsea, I'm glad things are improving. And I third that remark: you are a great writer.
Our lease is up in a couple months on our house (Tony Reed's house) and I'm dreading the thought of finding an equally pleasant situation. I'm so over apartments.
i love how well you can write out your thoughts.
i'm glad to hear that time is helping to heal some of those raw wounds. they may not ever go away, but time will help them sting less and less.
oh, and i always have my toenails painted, and kayleen and i have managed to stay friends. polish away, chels.
i wasn't sure if i had actually said that out loud or not, but i knew i agreed with the polishing sentiments of "that person" you referred too.
all of my life's ideals are a little odd and completely inconsequential. i realize this about me and in no way hold any other person, but myself up to them. - aka. when i see you next and your tootsies are painted a bright red, i won't think twice about it.
ew. bright red? never. pinky coral, sometimes... but not red.
Post a Comment