I'm very lucky now. I've managed to wrangle my working arrangements to allow me some "me" time. Don't get me wrong, I work my clacker off at work from the moment I get there to the moment I leave and I put in 110% every day at a million different things in my job. My Mondays are from 8.30am to 8.30pm, Tuesdays and Wednesdays are usual day long shifts which leaves me with Thursday to do all the "house type" things and get ready for Meday.
This morning I woke up early and thought about what MeDay would be this week. I thought about how I could work in some of the dreaded E word; I thought about what I actually wanted to do; and then I thought about Rudyard Kipling.
Dear old Rudy once said "Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet".
I don't mind a bit of Rudyard Kipling, he made a lot of sense. His wise words really do echo a lot of my sentiments, for example: "Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh how beautiful" and sitting in the shade" and "All the people like us are We, and all the others are They" and my particular favourite, "Payday came and with it beer". I also always wanted to be Jungle Boy when I was a kid. Either Jungle Boy or Astro Boy... but the girl version of both of them. Astro Boy was so handsome......
I know, I digressed. I tend to do that. It's a prerogative of mid life. Your brain is so stuffed full of 'things' that when you start on a track it reminds you of something else and you go off wandering to it because it bought back something you need to dwell on again for whatever reason, and there is nothing wrong with that. Alzheimers is just a form of track wandering if you ask me. I don't ever want to lose my mind, that would kill me, but I often think that those who have, could really be just focusing on things they've seen along the track and found to be far more interesting than that they see around them now. There are many days when I can't blame them for that at all
So back to Rudyard and his quote about East and West and never shall they meet.
Lying in bed pondering the E Word and MeDay I realised that they really are East and West and I'll be buggered if they are going to meet today.
I called this blog Kim Trims and I know that conjures up images of me trying to become a stick figure again, but you know what? It's not all about that. It's about trimming what is not needed in my life. Yes, a few extra pounds of blubber loss wouldn't go astray and I will work on that, but it's not THE most important part of the trimming process.
In fact, quite often that soft belly is actually a necessary item.
Take yesterday for example when Mother Theresa bought Milly Blue Eyes Forget Me Not and Taya SweetPea What Am I Doing In This Madhouse around for a visit with Nana. Sitting in the lounge chair with three month old Taya in one arm and 2 year old Milly crawling up into the other so she could teach Taya how to "tuddle nana" made me realise that they needed a squishy soft cuddly Nana to grab hold off and get wrapped up in. Imagine how awful it would be if you went to get a cuddle from your Nana and her bony old frame was all you felt. Ugh. I can't think of anything worse to remember about your grandmother as you get older. So yesterday, the blubber was necessary.
This morning though on MeDay I decided that if I really had to have it then I needed to polish the blubber. A long hot bath in the morning is probably one of the most luxurious things I can think of so I laid in there with my blubber and got out the polishing materials.
Firstly a hearty Shea Exfoliating Scrub. Yes, it took a lot of scrubbing but I think I trimmed about a millimetre of skin that obviously wasn't needed. Then an overall lashing of Shea Body Butter supplied by Doctor Doalot's Bag of Magic Potions. That added about a pound of perfumed radiance but made me shine like a new dime and smelt very... um....I'm trying to think what I smell like....soft, I think is the word. Yes, I smell soft.
Apart from trimming the millimetre of skin I also trimmed away some of the stress level and the "I'm an old bag" feeling that I had when I woke up. Feeling "soft" has a tendency to make me feel more female and that's a very necessary part of growing older for a woman. The hormone fairy has finally got the hint and moved out to pasture and left you feeling just a lot freer, but also a bit... lost ... in the femininity department. So soft is good.
Soft and blubbery would have been good yesterday with the children on my knees but today, soft and trimmed is a better option.
MeDay has started well, now I'm going to continue to do whatever I want to today and forget about work, forget about bills, forget about stresses, forget about what others think of my blubber, forget about renovations and just be me, trimmed and soft.
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