I'm closing in on a month...Is that possible? This started as a passing thought a while back and an impulse commitment 30 nights ago and here we are. I have completed some challenges, have more to go. Have grown some, have far more to go. Have found friends and I hope I have more to find.
So, I have decided if I am really letting go of all the things holding me back then I am going to air the dirty laundry. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I am going to reveal the terrible, embarrassing hidden truths about myself. Like...
1. I love cheesy 70's soft rock like the Bee Gees, Ambrosia, and Barry Manilow. Whether it's "I'm Not in Love", "More Than a Woman", or "Trying to Get That Feeling", I know the words. Truthfully, this blemish on my character is not limited to the 1970s. It goes for 80's bands too, like Air Supply and Toto. If left alone in a car, I can completely tear it up, full-voiced singing "One is the Loneliest Number". There I've said it. (Think that I am saying this for humorous effect? Ask my husband. I even wrote a short film called "Shhh! Don't Tell My Husband" about my love for the old Manilow).
2. I eat my children's leftover fruit snacks. Yes, the unnaturally colored, gelatinous, humorously shaped food products. Yeah, I know. You don't have to say.
3. Most days, I only shave my legs to the knees. Enough said.
4. When I am home and not feeling well, I watch bad court TV -- Judge Judy, Judge Joe Brown, Judge Alex -- you name it. No redeeming value. No excuses. Just mind-numbing evidence of the inaccuracy of Darwin's theories.
5. I have seen "Bridget Jones' Diary" hundreds of times. (The first one. Not the swill of a sequel, "The Edge of Reason".)
There it is. In the great words of Popeye. "I am what I am". Now, isn't it better that you know these things about me before we get too serious? You can't say I misled you. So, if you know this and come back to read tomorrow, then I know that you like me -- "you really like me". And if you don't, if you just can't handle the truth... I bet you'll think of me next time you're in an elevator and hear "Copacabana".