Guys, do you hate me? I know I've been awful about posting. The good thing is I have a job (and a new house and fiance) that keeps me busybusybusy. The bad thing? Less time for blogging. I'm not giving it up, no siree bob, but I've got to figure out a new rhythm to get it all done. Hang in there with me?
Last night I came across Julie and Julie on tv. Of course, in it Meryl Streep is effervescent and hilariously charming, but sexy? Not so much. To me, she's one of those actresses who's always reminded me of my mom - I've never really seen her in her younger days. And when we think of our moms, we somehow fail to consider a whole huge chunk of their persona - their past adventures, their sexuality, their mystery. Look at Meryl above - wowza. And I'm about 100% sure that same person lives inside this - I've just failed to recognize it:
I've been thinking a lot about womanhood with all these changes going on in my own life. What does it mean to become an adult woman? What roles do I want to take on and what do I want to skip? In what ways do I want to be like the women in my life and how do I want to be different? One of the best things about these thoughts is realizing more and more how much my mom did for our family - and how much as a child we miss.
Anyways, deep thoughts for a Wednesday morning! Thanks for sticking with me, dear readers :)