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Therapy

Over the weekend I found myself in a major FUNK. The reasons are many, the excuses lame... Hot weather, a bad church visiting experience (complete with puppets), kids who spent way too much time in front of screens, hot weather, (yes, I know that's a repeat), a messy house, hormonal fluctuations, feeling FAT, roots that desperately need to be colored... I was a mess all weekend and poor Asia bore the brunt of my bad mood.

I woke up this morning determined to work it out. Some people would go for a run or work out at the gym extra hard. I wish I were one of those people. My smooshy tummy wishes I were one of those people... at least I could burn calories while I dealt with my angst. But no - I have to be a creative type... so while I didn't burn any calories (or any more than I do sitting here typing), I did create. It's therapy to create - especially if I create something that leaves a little piece of myself behind. That's what I did. I took a quote that I've had tucked away for years, and made a layout with it.

So here you go - cheaper than therapy and I'm totally funk-free now.

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  1. Thanks, Kelly - although in looking at it now, I realize I desperately need to use an eyelash curler...

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  2. Oh yea - and the puppets - they made me INCREDIBLY cranky. I just HATE to waste a whole Sunday's worth of church visiting time on blue fuzzy faced creatures singing "This is the Day". Yes - it was bad. Really, really bad.

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