I feel like I've finally gotten to age when I don't really care what other people think of how I look, what I wear, my tattoos, etc. But then I realize I have my children to think of. I picked Gabby up at a friend's house yesterday and wondered what her mom thought of the tattoos on my forearms. Then I realized I have a Freethinker and an "A" bumbersticker on my car. Not that she would necessarily know what the A stood for but still, it makes me wonder how cautious I should be. I hate that things like my lack of religious beliefs could effect my kids. It's frustrating how narrow minded people can be.
On another note. I read Fly Away Home by Jennifer Weiner over the weekend. GREAT book! I'm going to stop by the library and pick up Good in Bed and Little Earthquakes. She's doing a reading at SCC on June 9th that my book club is going to. Should be pretty fun.
I'm looking forward to the day that I can just be me and not worry about what other people will think.
Toots
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