The Phoenix: Epicuriousmothering Rising

( This is how I’ve felt all week . . .like I’m all alone on top of a mountain without anyone for about twenty gazillion miles) I’m listening to an iTunes mix “Virtual Hug.” That’s where I am.  I miss them—hugs—so much that I  am forced to listen to a mix that is supposed to make me feel hugged.  So far, not so much, but I really appreciate the effort. I don’t even know why it’s so hard.  I mean, so many families not only have quarantine but they’re fighting this horrible sickness that debilitated them.  It’s the worst.  And I feel so so so bad for them.  So far, we’ve been so lucky and I know it.  I’m lucky in a bazillion ways and I know that, but it’s still hard. When I get out (it literally feels sort of like a prison sentence), I am going to make up little treat bags to drop off to all the quarantined families (oh, it’s real here, so real and happening).  The little drop offs, notes and text, well,  lets just say, they make me cry. ...

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Our country is on FIRE right now.  Social media probably has never been used for a better cause—spreading awareness of injustice and some serious issues that need to be examined really closely.  We are being asked to really think about ourselves ask ourselves what we believe and what might be hidden inside psychic that might be prejudice and hurtful.  It’s painful and uncomfortable and maybe even a little sad.  But on the flip side, how awesome that we are all getting the chance to really examine our minds and hearts and if we find them lacking, are able to change them.   I have found myself lacking. In so so many ways.  It’s been humbling and made me rethink how I view everyone and everything.  But most of all, how I act or don’t act.  Not just in response to the riots and racial issues, but in my everyday life.  Am I giving everyone a fair chance?  Am I accepting and loving and appreciative of who the people around me are RIGHT no...

So I go this from a friend today and literally could not stop laughing: Because for reals . . . I've been looking in the mirror, and each day I think I age about 10 years.  No joke.  I'm out of my special night cream (it works miracles . . . Derma-e anti aging . ..I'll tell you more about it later) and I haven't been able to go get my monthly facial and I think I'm forgetting to even wash my face let alone lotion it . . .  So really, I look like Sue.  Only I'm 45, so I'm more like an Egyptian mummy . . .  What are you guys doing without?   I don't think of myself as a vain person or even a high-maintenance person, but holy cow, turns out I just MIGHT be. My nails, without their every few weeks appointment, look horrible.  Who knew that under my years of toe polish are some really ugly, not so healthy nails?  Oh . . . and my poor finger nails.   But those are all easily hidden to the public eye . . . my hair . . . ...