Has it really been almost a year since I last posted anything? Yep. It's been that long. So now the burning question of the day is this:
Do I jump right in with a new post or do I try to play catch up?
After asking myself this question all day, I've chosen the jump right in option. I'll play catch up later because the goal is to get back to the business of writing, not to share my life story (at least not all at one time).
So here we are - together again. I promise I will attempt to make some semblance of sense in my continuing attempt to share my thoughts and observations. But just know that when I'm not making sense, I will be blaming it on menopause. Every. Single. Time.
My boobs were squished today. Not in a good squishy way, but in the mechanical way that is otherwise known as a mammogram. Let me explain (not about the boobs, but about the reason behind the mammogram):
I'm now an official Empty Nester. Both kids are away at college and for the first time in over twenty years, my time is my own. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want, however I want. And if I don't want... then I just don't do. And in keeping with my personal rule of full disclosure, I will admit right now: Empty Nest is my idea of pure bliss! It is also All About Me. Take it or leave it, because that's what you are going to be seeing me write about... stuff about me... which actually makes sense in that the subtitle of this blog is "the world according to me."
I do so love it when I make sense.
Back to the mammogram. The reason I had a mammogram is because I'd not had one in almost two years, and since I am now living in a world that is all about me, I decided that it is time to make sure that I take care of me so that the me I'm all about will be around for a long time to come. You know... so that I can continue to enjoy my own company in this new empty nest that I find to be so blissful.
The imaging place I went to was giving out bookmarks and wrist bands. I like them. Not because of my boobs, but because they are pink and pink is my favorite color. So I took one of each home with me. I even tried on the bracelet. And then I took it off. Why did I take it off, you ask? Well, I took it off because I was afraid of jinxing myself. I'm sort of funny when it comes to jinxes. I don't like them. I'm always afraid of bad results with the jinx. And the more I thought about it after putting the bracelet on, the more I started freaking out because I pinky square promise you that I do not want to jinx my boobs. I like my boobs just how they are, and there are no jinxes allowed when it comes to my boobs. In fact, just writing about my boobs may jinx them... hmmm... that's not good either. Crap.
Anyway. There you go. I'm back. My boobs have been squished. It's all about me this time around. And may this be the start of better writing habits and renewed friendships.