Speaking my mind occasionally has caused me to rethink how or what I say...

Tempering your words with, oh let’s just say thinking before blurting, puts the kibosh on my flow.
Yes, I flow and spew with little thought, but you all knew that.
And at least I am honest enough to admit this thing of mine, which most would consider an undeniable flaw…Interesting how ‘flow’ and ‘flaw’ have only one letter to make them entirely different meaning words, hmm?

Not that it should mean anything, but you have to admit it, it is interesting in the context of what I have been professing to, right?
Who cares, really?

You know, that as we all get older we try hard not to care what others think about us. We tell ourselves that we know who we are and are quite secure with all that does mean.

But is it?
Don’t most of us need others to validate some of the things we know and feel and do?
Hogwash, I hear you all say!
Well, aren’t you just the epitome of the well balanced perfect human being!
I on the other hand am not perfect at all, oh just wait, you all knew that, hmm?


Okay, I hear you saying move on…
Today, I was determined to find a bathing suit since my lovely long stretched out wearing thin in the fabric department one has its days numbered.
So on Mondays Beall’s Outlet has 15% off for everyone over fifty who has their card, and so we went and looked, but no luck… Had to go up to Wally World for a hose nozzle and a few other items like potting soil etc… and so I thought that I would give them a browse too and no luck there either! Just as well… imagine how most of us gals hate to bathing suit shop, then think trying to get into a dressing room with your scooter or leaving it out of it and toddling in and then just, maybe too much to ask… but just try to understand that the body you remember of seven years ago has blown up to twice its size!
And think that oh my goodness I have to look in the mirror if I get it on? Get your minds out of the gutter! I meant the bathing suit!
Not a pretty sight at all lumps where cute bumps used to be, dents where hills and valleys and tightness used to be, now where flabby is, too scary, to go on… just as well… I didn’t see one that I liked enough to try on, thank goodness for that!

Not a woman alive even when slim and trim has found her body to be perfect, yes, I do know since that when my little package was small for teeny tiny bikinis, size 2, I still did not believe that I was just right!
Honestly, it is so sad how many of us women, young and old have horrendous body image issues…and it is nothing new. It has been going on for years.
Only if we could all support one another on all things the more important ones more regularly then speaking my mind would have the effect I was hoping for… allowing for all of us to be who we are without being thought of negatively!
We as human beings are so complex, yes, more than these machines that can cause us grief on occasion …
And yes, that is males and females equally.
Why can’t we try to express our thoughts without harm to one’s self or another’s while in a safe heaven; then why not?

Am I thought of badly?
Or am I just another voice in the dark not really being heard by those I wish to hear me?
If a tree falls in a forest and no one is there, does it make a sound?
Is that a too farfetched analogy?
Nah, sure if no one is listening to this jibber jabber then it is not doing anything for anyone, but is it really anyway if they are there and listening/reading?
WHOA, I am getting way too esoteric for even me… but my brain is damaged, so I have been told due to having a neurological illness… and so that is my excuse and I am sticking to it!

On that ridiculous note of trying to end on a high, note that is, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you all to kindly count your blessings and share your overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?