Funkalicious

Mmmm, tired this morning. Really tired, my body aches and I feel like someone beat the living crap out of me. But it's all in the name of progress. I received an offer this weekend to clean two apartments with Kristen after the former tenants moved out for a fair amount and I would have been a fool to pass it up! So, I spent a good portion of my weekend performing physical labor I haven't experienced the likes of for a considerable amount of time. These homes are atrocious, to say the least and we are only about 1/3 of the way. But we made a good dent and there is something gratifying about tackling these projects.

I will spend this next week working with Kristen to get these jobs completed. I stand to be well compensated for hours of grueling work in a totally nasty environment. People actually lived in these houses, children. It's pretty upsetting actually. I am so grateful for what I have, my god. I am undeniabley blessed. So many in this world go without or don't have the knowledge to understand that allowing a bathroom to mold to that extent is a health hazard or that leaving an unsealed pound of hamburger in a refridgerator could kill you. Why this is, I don't know. Everyone should have access to this information.

Besides feeling so incredibly honored to have a beautiful home, the energy/money to keep it tidy and a child that isn't a destroyer by nature (mostly LOL), I was also reminded of how out of shape I am. My ankles still ache, my back feels like a pretzel and my arms are literally sore from all the scrubbing and heavy lifting. I am far too young to be this old and if I wasn't already motivated to do something about it, I feel it even more so now.

I am pretty sure that it's no coincidence that when one is ready, they are finally given the motivation to make changes in their lives. This past year I experienced a depression unlike any before it and certainly not anything like I've had in at least 5 years and before then only one other. I was flailing about, trying to save a relationship that was not only doomed to fail but in retrospect I was hanging on to out of my own fear (pashawwww, how I let that man control me!) and have since faced a plethora of challenges, betrayals, adversities and breakthroughs. Big big big stuff. I finally get it that I will be given what I need, when I need it. Funny how that works huh? Probably even more funny (to me) is that it's only taken me this long to accept and full embrace this, all the years I've fought it! Struggled. Swam against the tide. Letting all that go, just walking away from it....what a trip!

Maybe I should scrub out molded bathrooms and refridgerators more often? Perhaps I should consider scouring walls and flooors my therapy? I already do it at home. I'm telling ya, it's the little things! I will pass on the pretzel back though, if took a little less pressure off the front the back would probably be in a lot better shape! Though, I've grown fond of my little pouch. It's like an old friend to me now, I'll miss it. I will also miss the bootey I've got going, if there was a way I could be thinner everywhere else and keep the roundness of my butt as it currently exists, I'd be happy :) Some women achieve great things with booteys like this!

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