I’ve been described as strong so many times in the past couple months. As long as I can remember, I’ve always been told “you are the strongest person I know.” Honestly, I
hate strongly dislike that adjective. I feel I know how to prepare. I know how to handle situations. Things pop up & instead of getting daunted, I go into survival mode. I’d much rather be described as the best survivor you know. The one who just finds a way to make it work. I associate strength with being an indestructible, almost iron-clad force of nature. I’m 5’1 & 130 pounds - indestructible I could never be.
Just got some news. As usual, survival mode has kicked in. As much as I despise the origins of my survival switch, it’s definitely helped me navigate, it’s helped me find purpose and move on. Something tells me I’ll need to muster everything in me to just keep pushing through this. Maybe not - my driving force is that beautiful baby boy I have. Lately, he has become my strength. But it’s still funny how life works. Just when I could no longer think of myself as strong, life reminds me I am, that I have no choice but to be a force of nature.
Why Kim, WHY!?!?!? Let your feet and the baby breathe!!!
But for real Kimmy?
Cakes have gotten a bad rap. People equate virtue with turning down dessert. There is always one person at the table who holds up her hand when I serve the cake. No, really, I couldn’t she says, and then gives her flat stomach a conspiratorial little pat. Everyone who is pressing a fork into that first tender layer looks at the person who declined the plate, and they all think, That person is better than I am. That person has discipline. But that isn’t a person with discipline; that is a person who has completely lost touch with joy. A slice of cake never made anybody fat. You don’t eat the whole cake. You don’t eat a cake every day of your life. You take the cake when it is offered because the cake is delicious. You have a slice of cake and what it reminds you of is someplace that’s safe, uncomplicated, without stress. A cake is a party, a birthday, a wedding. A cake is what’s served on the happiest days of your life. This is a story of how my life was saved by cake, so, of course, if sides are to be taken, I will always take the side of cake.
I need to write a thank you letter to someone and I don’t even know where to begin…how do you thank someone for giving you your life back?
The accuracy makes me want to vomit
If only anyone knew how true this is…oh my. Only wished I could keep this new found friendship going…oh le sigh.