Well, the day finally came my daughter went back to school. (K-4 this year) The great thing about this years is that she is going to be in her Grandma’s class. She also has her cousin in the class and a few other good friends. She is super excited and really loves going to school. We will see how long that lasts! Speaking of lasting….did you know there is this awesome product out there that helps diminish the look of scars? They could be old or even new scars. The product is Dermefface Fx7. I was really amazed at how awesome the before and after pictures are for people who have used Dermefface Fx7. There is one model who’s transformation after a severe accident left her scarred. You should really check it out if you have any scars in need of help. I’m going to look into it for my cesarean section scar.
So, here we go again. Just when I get comfortable with my job and where I am, I get word that they want to move me and a few others to another floor. Really? Why do things always have to change. It reminds of when my breasts started sagging after having my daughter and breast feeding. I had to turn to an all natural treatment – Naturaful to help perk them up again. I don’t know why this has to happen. At least I knew and could have expected my boobs to start sagging, but moving again? I work in an office that has 7 floors. We all get along in my group, why do we need to be broken up. I am pretty upset about this. I am almost at a loss for words…I mean, my best friend and I won’t be on the same floor anymore, and with the amount of work we do, it will be difficult to go visit her on a daily basis. What is a girl to do? Ugh.
Sometimes when I am driving in my car or walking outside, a butterfly will come and hand out for a while. I like to think this is my Dad checking in on me. I can’t believe it has been nearly 12 years since he passed. It is amazing to me that sometimes it feels like it just happened and others, it feels like it was so long ago. What I learned from his passing is that you can’t take life for granted. Don’t settle. Keep having goals and keep striving to reach those goals everyday. Don’t smoke. (that is what ultimately killed him in the end) Never miss the opportunity to tell someone how you feel about them. I am so thankful that the last time I spoke to him I told him that I love him. It brings a sort of peace knowing that you left things that way.
I also learned that you have to take care of yourself. That includes you mind, body and spirit. Never miss out on a chance to dance, you never know what can happen to you in the future. Take care of your skin. (I use Revitol Eye Cream among other products.) Seize the moment and live the very best life you can, for you!
I live in a beautiful place….but sometimes the people that live in it with me are not so beautiful. There is a lot of selfishness these days and there doesn’t seem to be an end in site. Too much violence, not enough parenting. Another issue where I live is the need to look like you are worth a million dollars when you probably only make $10,000 a year….living well beyond your means. Many women go to doctors to receive injections to keep their youthful appearance. I choose to just use Revitol Eye Cream and definitely sunscreen. I protect my skin, not wanting to look like an old wrinkled hag when I get older. People need to worry about taking care of both their insides and outsides. I hate to see the younger generations going to tanning booths and not caring what so ever about their bodies. I guess that is the way it will always be. I try to think about how I am going to explain and get my daughter to understand these things. Lot’s to think about and I will definitely have to show her the way.
I guess it is inevitable. I mean, how else is it supposed to happen. The minute I gave birth to my daughter, life was no longer about me. What does this mean? Am I now redefined by my daughter’s successes and/or failures? What about me? Do I spend money on my self any more? Like when I run out of my favorite eye cream – Revitol Eye Cream, do I spend the money on that, or get something for my daughter? Decisions, Decisions. I mean, it really is no choice. Of course I want to do everything to make my daughter happy, but I can’t lose myself in the process. Raising children these days is hard. They are too smart at too young of an age. I find myself already being manipulated by my 4 years old daughter. She is good, let me tell you. We just have to do the best we can and hope for the best. Lead them towards the right paths and hope they take it.