This was part of my CK HOF entry. I think it's the 2nd time ever that I've scrapped myself - I don't find myself interesting enough!



Journaling reads: I’m still carrying baggage but it’s doable. When I can’t find time to rectify it, my hair is more salt than pepper. Over the years, I’ve lost and regained the sum total of my actual weight. My glasses are getting thicker and my patience thinner. I can remember my first day of nursery school like it was yesterday but last night’s dinner is a mystery. I could swear I’m shorter. I’ve got more wrinkles but I’ve earned them so they’re growing on me - no pun intended. The freckles and varicose veins are another matter. I’m more Lands End than Cosmo; fashionista and diva will probably never appear on my resume. I’m sophisticated yet if need be, I can spew expletives like a trucker. It’s been a long, wild, bumpy, thrilling, awful, wonderful ride to the brink of 40. I’m still standing so I consider myself a success. If there’s one thing I’ve learned so far, it’s that I am, if nothing else, a work in progress.



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