An Accumulation of Fall Confessions
I Confess…I had a moment where I adored Miley Cyrus. It was during my half marathon on mile 11 and I was struggling ya’ll…and then this old school Hannah Montana song – “Who Said” came on my play list and totally energized me. Seriously, the lyrics are 10,000 shades of cheesy but when you’re struggling to put one foot in front of the other, saying /singing to yourself “who says I can’t be superman” oddly invigorates you.
I Confess…I then hated Miley Cyrus again. During a meeting I was leading yesterday at work, I picked up my phone and randomly “Wrecking Ball” started blaring out of nowhere. I had to leave the room because I could not get it to be quiet.
I Confess…I don’t know how to change my car clock. Here we are 3 weeks into daylight savings time and I’m still an hour and seven minutes ahead of real life time when me and Pippa are riding dirty. I know I could always pull out my car manual but I’m kind of a man when it comes to instructions. I prefer to doddle with the button combinations until I get it right.
I Confess…I think I might be one of those weird people who don’t know it. A former flame once called me “odd” upon meeting me and this week someone told me I was “sweet but peculiar.” If I really am weird, will someone please let me know?!
I Confess….I’m accidentally blonde. I went in for highlights and came out BLONDE ….it’s tamed down some with washing and I no longer walk by the mirror and say “who’s that girl?”…but good grief...I’ve had to change my makeup, my wardrobe color palette and I already have roots! Props to you full time blondes…It’s a lot of hard work and I can guarantee this toe-head situation of mine is a temporary one.
I confess….I sent my male coworker a link to an article I remember as being funny and then, after sending, did a quick re-read only to realize it was full of lady jokes. #awkward
I Confess…I had a pivotal “turning the corner” moment at camp last month. After our staff meeting (which was over at ,) some of the high school and college kids from work crew wanted to go to Waffle House and invited me. And for the first time in my life, I chose sleep over a late night run to the Waffle House. Translated…I must be getting old.
What do you confess?