A mirror & a porn bag…

Day 12 of #HAWMC – Stream of Consciousness Day:

“Start with the sentence “_______”just write, don’t stop, don’t edit. Post!”

Today’s post is about what’s going on in your head in this exact moment. What are you thinking/feeling/seeing/hearing? How do you feel? What’s popping into your head as you take in your surroundings? 

So we challenge you, start with this phrase: “Today I looked in the mirror and…” 

Okay.

Good.

At least that’s something to actually go on…when you present me with a blank, I feel like I’m being shafted of the requirement to provide the most eloquent of response…I’m left scrambling to find a thought…an inkling…a “something”…and I feel ever so very lost.

Today when I looked in the mirror I checked out my eyebrows.

I do this every day of my life.  True story.

And it seems like every morning there’s been at least one poor dude who’s been an overnight  jumper.  I estimate that within the next 6 months, I will have no eyebrows left at all.

Sucks ass, really. *sigh*

I see the fatigue and the pain, coupled with the joy and excitement of what?

Of a weekend scrapbooking retreat with my friends.

Will my hands work?

My back give out?

I giveth a shiteth notly.

I have Voltaren, chinese medicine plasters, and I also picked up those heat wrap thingies to wear around my lower back.  It’s like a spa in a box, I kid you not.

I’ve got allergy meds to combat the dark circles I see under my eyes as a result of sneezing with so much force, it’s breaking capillaries under delicate skin worn far too thin by steroidal creams meant to combat the continual ugly red slap of a lupus malar rash…

I’ve got my porn bag…

(Wait…….what?!)

Uh huh.  My Fantasia bag.  White with hot pink writing.  It currently holds my unsettling addiction to….

….Thickers.

Yup.  And it doesn’t have the whole stash in it, either…I “downsized” for the weekend.  Usually I require the equivalent of 3 porn bags.

Just sayin’.

I remember not having unpacked after a weekend retreat and I’d had some guys come to fix a broken spring in my garage.  When asked if I was going somewhere, upon seeing the stash of rolling totes and bags in the garage,  I replied with, “I went away with the girls and it was SO much FUN!”  It wasn’t until they left that I noticed which bag he was looking at.  My bad.

The next few posts are going to be written from the retreat.  I’ll even include a photo of the porn bag.  Promise.

So when I did look into that mirror this morning…I knew that in only ONE SLEEP!! …I’d be in a place where the size of your “I’ve-earned-this-ass” esteem issues aren’t relevant and the fullness of your eyebrows are non-descript…

I was looking at a woman who gets to take a weekend just to herself, surrounded by amazing friends who make me bust a gut with laughs and memories…

…I was looking at a woman with a mission in creativity.

No kids, no husbands, no cooking, no cleaning.

Badass. 😉

This post was written in participation of WEGO Health Activist Writer’s Month Challenge, April 2012.

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