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Better Days

Yesterday was not a good day.  But today was a better day.  Not for any one reason in particular.  But a few things made it better.
I wore a skirt today.  It made me feel pretty.  Feeling pretty lifts my spirit.  Even if heels do make my knee hurt a little more.  Mom always said you have to suffer to be beautiful.  And the skirt is big on me.  So even though I'm not running, and it's pumpkin season, I haven't put on too much weight. 
Finally hit 50 followers on Twitter.  Not sure why that is important, but it made me feel special.  Now if only I could hit 50 followers on my blog.  And get more comments.  Comments make me smile.  I got two of those today too (well, last night but I didn't know about them until this morning)
Recently I decided to find a new church home.  Two different people from my old church contacted me today to let me know I'm missed.  It's nice to know that they have realized I'm not coming anymore.  I miss them too, but the church wasn't fulfilling me spiritually anymore.  But it's good to know that should I need to come back, there would be people happy to see me return.
And a fellow triathlete friend reached out to me to let me know that there is life after ITBS.  That she had it and recovered, and still runs and tris.  That makes me VERY happy.
And, no, I'm not all better.  Far from it.  But I'm going to focus on the little things.  The positive things.  And I plan on finding at least one good, happy, event or situation in each day from now until Christmas.  To get through the holidays for my boys.  To put on a happy face and make it all ok for them.

And, I will turn to music when I need an extra boost.  Right now I'm listening to:
http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/s/Better+Days+/39YUBS
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Erin said…
Seeing me tomorrow night(Wednesday) for an amazing swim workout will make your day! Can't wait to see you :-)
November 30, 2010 at 11:41 PM
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