This morning it struck me forcefully, as I sit here in ratty workout capris and a t-shirt, that I will never be like this woman. And now that I'm (yargh) past the ol' 40-year marker, I am OK with that. I'm even OK enough not to be too bitter about it or dislike her just because she's something the world thinks is wonderful and admires her and showers her in pink rose petals and yet I will never be her. That in itself is fairly awesome. Do you KNOW how many brain cycles I have wasted over the years obsessing over not being something else? Far, far too many.
I ended up on that blog following a random link trail that involved granola recipes. Even glamour requires granola.
Part of it is of course avoiding comparing your outtakes reel to the greatest hits record. No one wins at that. But the other part is that I've chosen to spend my time on other things, and I'm good with that. Not that sometimes I'm sad or wistful thinking about other possibilities. Not that I couldn't change. I'm a strong believer in change, at any age. I could go a full 180 and start pursuing a Glamorous Life, 24/7. But enh, while the brochure looks nice, I'm not sure about the destination. Quickie version: buy more pink peonies.
Oops. Not pink
It's been full-on Spring here for a couple months now, and we're now about to pass into Summer, Part I (the green one). We've moved into the Perfect California Day part of the year. This is the kind of weather where people visit and then they never leave. 64 degrees, brightly sunny, a small breeze, so you don't get too hot sitting in the sunshine, drinking your chardonnay. The rainy season just ended (Winter, Part I (the wet one)) so everything is green and all the flowers are busting out. Jasmine vines are in bloom, so all the air is sweetly scented. And not even scented of the city yet, as that last rainstorm hosed everything down.
And strawberry season has started.
Look at the size of those suckers
I'm so very tempted to put out the lawn chair and work on my sunburn. Sadly I need to work today, as well as pack for a business trip (to Dallas; just in case you were jealous, you can stop now). I also need a portable knitting project for that 4 hour plane flight.
My new dress! Not glamorous, but I like it.
