confession: in my perma-quest for less stuff, i filled three bags from my closet last saturday (mostly shoes) and donated them. if you’re looking to buy size 9 stilettos, hurry to the shelves of austin-area goodwill stores.
confession: i’m tracking the delivery progress of my birthday boots via u.p.s. the boots are scheduled to arrive today while i’m scheduled to be elsewhere-than-home. in reaction to this, my face looks like the unsmiley face emoticon.
confession: i have a habit of rescheduling appointments, but some can’t be rescheduled, in which case, i have to show up or miss them. i miss most appointments (particularly social engagements) that can’t be rescheduled. i rarely regret that choice.
confession: i think my right eyelid is beginning to saggy crease in a 37-year-old way. or maybe i’m just tired. this is another reason to avoid looking in the mirror. i don’t need to notice or care if my age is starting to show.
confession: last thursday night, for the first time in my life, a stranger guessed my age correctly. when i was a kid, people assumed i was older. as an adult, people have historically guessed me to be younger…until last thursday. i don’t want this to bother me. it bothers me plenty. and what bothers me most is that it bothers me at all.