Enough

January 6, 2016

I often marvel at how the stars often align… my little signs from the universe.  So today is my first blog post… on Wednesday, January 6, 2016.

Epiphany! (literally and figuratively)

Now, being it is my first blog post and I’d like folks to continue reading, I’ll leave any religious overtone out and simply go with the secular definition of the word (though my faith says this is perhaps less than a coincidence).

Epiphany… “an experience of sudden or striking insight” according to Wikipedia… or, as I like to say, an “ah-ha” moment, this one perhaps more serendipitous in nature.  I’ve been talking about this blog for at least 6 months, but today… I act!  Anyone who knows me knows it isn’t because I finally have something to say… I always have something to say.  But I also have a “40 by 40” bucket list—40 things I want to do, learn, or accomplish before I turn 40 years old.  This blog is on the list and it’s a new year, so I guess I was feeling a little bit all carpe diem ya’ll.

Less I digress…

I just returned from ringing in the New Year in Las Vegas.  At 38 years old, it was my first real “adult” New Year’s Eve… fancy dress, fun earrings, high heels, dancing, drinking, and staying up past midnight without TV, the Times Square ball drop, nor a single mention of Dick Clark or Ryan Seacrest.  Very exciting if I do say so myself!  And, it was Vegas… “adult Disney World” as I call it and the capital of people watching (where you can be certain someone looks worse than you).

So when people ask how my New Year’s was, I have an exceptional, tweet-worthy reply…

“I got a tattoo, broke a heel, lost an earring, got sweaty dancing, and woke up hangover free.”

Impressive, right?  No, that isn’t a typo.  It does say “hangover free.”  It was a goal.  Let me repeat again that I’m 38… oh and the mother of 3 daughters all younger than 10 years old.  Plus, I’m not really a “puke and rally” kind of gal.  Indulge my sense of self-pride please.

Now, most people read that, giggle, and move on… but someone out there just did it.  You know, the… “Oh, how fun! WAIT!  WHAT?  You got a TATTOO?  In Vegas?  On New Year’s?  Of What?  Are you CRAZY???”

Yep, I sure did.  My third tattoo overall actually, but nonetheless.  It says, “ENOUGH” in the most beautiful Edsonian Script font.   It seemed pretty self-explanatory to me… but then again, I’ve been in talk therapy almost weekly for the past 14 months, so the whole self-worth, self-care, self-actualization practice has become a bit second-nature to me.  So I did what any self-respecting individual would do.  I Googled that shit to be sure I didn’t permanently ink something opposite my intentions.  Shew, all good!

Synonyms:  sufficient, adequate, competent

But the absolute best part of Googling… words that rhyme with ENOUGH!  Yes, this is featured alongside the definition. My favorites and the impetus for this inaugural blog post include fluff, hand cuff, ear muff, hang tough, and small stuff.

And, LIKE THAT, GlitterBombMom is born!  So in rhyme with my new ink, my hopes for this blog include the following…

Fluff: There will be some trivial, sparkle, loftiness, and humor I hope.  I’ll talk about the mundane, the fantasy, and the not-so-real problems of life.  You know, like why I can’t find my favorite shade of lip gloss, the difference between the colors lime and chartreuse, and maybe the adventures of my hair.

Hand Cuff: Get your mind out of the gutter!  While I’m a fan of Fifty Shades of Grey, the hand cuffs reference for this blog will be more dialogue about the thoughts, ideas, and perceptions we hold that restrain us… that prevent us from being our truest and most authentic selves.  (And maybe some thoughts about why Matt Bomer should have been cast as Christian Grey.)

Ear Muff: Ahh, as a single-mother of three little girls… sometimes silence (or at least covering my ears to muffle the deafening and shrill screams, dramatic whining, or over-exuberant enthusiasm) is nothing more than a necessity of life.  I want a space for honesty about the hardships and happiness of raising children (or perhaps even being a child to aging parents as a member of the sandwich generation).

Hang Tough: I’ve always been a fan of the saying, “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”— and I’m not dead yet, but I’ve often wondered if I’ll make it through.  I’ll do my best to be an advocate of perseverance, resilience, and optimism.  To support my fellow human (females in particular—because I think we are often too hard on each other), offer words that uplift, and provide a perspective and voice that maybe, just possibly, will resonate so that we find we are not alone on this journey called life.

Small Stuff: Ahh, yes, don’t sweat the small stuff… and it’s all small stuff, right?  Well, hell no, not when it is your stuff!  My problems seem big because there are mine!  Perhaps you feel the same way.  But I also know that the vulnerability it takes to put oneself out there requires great humility and can be quite humbling.  I’m trusting that you’ll help me keep my feet on the ground while I keep reaching for the stars!

So, there you have it.  I’ve no real clue how to use WordPress.  I need a legit header image and some graphics (and a lot more color).  I probably should develop a plan that ensures this won’t be the only post I ever make.

But, I did it.  I started.

And, sometimes starting is the hardest part.