Alright. I'm just going to admit it.
I've been having some fun. Now I know I know, I'm almost 40, bad economy, Haiti...but I thought "what the peanuts, I'm going to have a little fun," and I have been.
This past weekend was a very good friend of mines 40th birthday. It was a surprise, it totally worked. I mean, it so totally worked. We went to karaoke and laughed and sang and danced and it was just one of those nights that works out the way it was supposed to, you know? Then last night I went to the Second City holiday party. That was fun too, in a totally different way.
My husband needs some time off so he can join in the funcapades, he deserves that. I'm working on it...
But I swear it is hard to let go a little still. Hard to unclench, hard to remember that people go out and laugh and have drinks and talk and giggle and smile and have a good time and that that is OKAY. I think that's the hardest for me and for John too, that it's okay...it's okay to relax a little, have some fun, find some carefree instead of careful.
We're bringing it though. No doubts.