Smile...happiness looks gorgeous on you

Welcome to Poppy's blog.  I've had a cold and did not sleep well last night. The tossing and turning kept me awake all night.  Let’s not forget when I awoke, the bed covers where in disarray.  Making my bed was a major task.  I had to stop a few times because I started to sweat and get dizzy.  Now that is just crazy.  I did open the doors and windows to air out the house.  I need to buy some Lysol to spray the house and rid this bug.

I sat and crocheted last night while I watched Vera.  I like her series.  My afghan is really coming along.  Sophia picked the color and it’s a Barcelona yarn.  I remember when I was younger, I tried to crochet, and it became a challenge.  I figured if I can produce 3 granny squares that night, then the following day I can do 4, then the next day 5 and so on.  I was up to 10 squares a night before I went to bed.  Just imagine that. 

In my younger years, I worked in large firms and it was very competitive.  Everyone wanted the corner office with a view.  It was jump over or step on anyone that gets in your way with a smile.  It was kill or be killed, literally.  Here is what I have learned along the way.  In your 20's you are insecure and unsure of yourself.  But your skin and hair is beautiful and glowing.  Then you hit your 30's, you are still trying to figure out who you are and still trying to ground yourself.  Then children come along, and you lose some of your identity.  Then you are on a mission to try and please everyone and be in Control of every situation which eventually you run out of gas.  Then your 40, your hips get wider, breasts hurt, even if you exercise and eat right the weight starts to shift in other areas of your body.  Your hair thins and your skin starts to dry. Plus let’s not forget the hair that starts to grow in weird areas of your body.  It might be an imbalance which causes too much estrogen and too little progesterone. Well dear you have a problem, make an appointment to see your friendly gynecologist.  I can ramble on about this subject, but I know a lot of women get the gist of this paragraph.  If you're a man and reading this please take notes.  Joking!

Since the death of my husband, I have come a long way.  I am in my 50's, and I feel fabulous, sexy and I have more patience with myself.  I march to the beat of my own drum and I am very comfortable in my skin.  In all areas of my life I have found calmness and peace. 

She was either wildly naïve, or dangerously intelligent. 

I look forward to receiving comments. Merci!