Complaining

I have noted in the past my dissatisfaction with my lip, my throat and my gut. I've been called obsessive about the above, and there's a possibility that could be true. It takes a big person to admit that (not a reference to my gut).

I looked into LifeLift for my throat. They send me lots of info but no prices.  I've turned the lip over to Sue, my amazing nail tech, for maintenance (eyebrows, too). The gut I have turned over to the Y.

So. Insert deep breath.

I have nothing to complain about

I mean, I have nothing to complain about.

I looked in the mirror today at work, quite by accident. The gut is still there, but it is shrinking, whether by clothing style or weight loss I can't say. I had on a choker, so the throat didn't show.

Dang, I look good for a woman of my years.

My hair is in need of a trim, but it is shiny and fluffy today. The earrings from my favorite jewelry store look perfect. I took extra care with my eyes today and they simply smoulder.

It's one of those days when I feel confident about everything, a rare instance in my world lately. I hope the feeling endures because I'm working every day through Christmas and every day after. We will be busy both places. How does one be comfortable, sell aggressively  and be warm to patrons all at once?

I need to make it a point to track down all those who make me feel like a champ and ignore the rest. I never said it was easy.

Another of my resolutions for 2013: I will be confident in myself and my abilities. I will see myself as I am and quit wishing to be what I am not. I will encourage closeness with people who want to be around me, and put up a wall between me and those who are rude, sarcastic, mean or who don't seem to give a damn about my feelings. I will reach out one last time.

When all is said and done, I'm not complaining.

We tend to get what's coming to us, one way or another.