Day 160 in my rambling on as I wait to meet Mickey
True confession time: it’s one of those days when I am seriously UNinspired. I’m not blue or struggling or giving up. I just can’t seem to give a rip today. So my plan is to stay sugar-free, eat healthy, balanced meals and move around as much as possible.
See, I told you, nothing new and exciting today. Just the same ol’, same ol’.
So I’ll share a memory with you. It’s one that comes back to me often, so it had a profound impact on me at the time. Our family was visiting some family friends at their camp. I was about 10 years old at the time. I was swimming with their daughters and having a wonderful time in the river. When we came up to eat lunch, I overheard someone say to my mom, “Donna has quite a little figure developing. You’re going to have to keep a close eye on her. She’ll be getting all sorts of the wrong type of attention.” Now at 10 years old I had no idea what “the wrong type of attention” was, but it didn’t sound good, so I made sure to wrap a towel around myself to cover up. Was I doomed? Was there no way to avoid this “wrong type of attention”?
Well, I don’t know, but I do know that I sabotaged that figure before the “wrong type of attention” could kick in. 🙂 It’s so strange to think about how powerful words can be, hey?
Meet you at the Kingdom!