So, if you’ve been following my blog, you may remember a little story about how God spoke to me through my lingerie. In a nutshell, when my marriage suddenly ended, I was broke, but I desperately needed new bras. I recalled my box of skinny clothes buried deep in my closet and thought, if there is just one bra in there, I’ll be okay. Low and behold, I found one. It was then I realized that everything I need, I have. It’s the things I want that get me messed up.
However, one may realize that in everyday life, one bra is not enough. If one is to be properly prepared, one should have three bras: one you are wearing, one that is clean and one that may need to be laundered. It’s only common sense and one must always be prepared (I was a scout leader, after all). Therefore, I follow the rule of three in many situations. I believe I may have an illegal amount of tank tops in my possession. I have a pile that are blue tanks and a pile that are not blue tanks and yes, I have more than three blue tanks, but a girl has needs.
My pantry and freezers are fully stocked and when I say fully, I do not believe after today’s trip to the farmer’s market and other grocery stores, that anything else could possibly fit. I have at least three types of meats and vegetables on hand as well as breads, fruits, grains, pastas, etc. Basically, I have three options of side dishes in my home at all times. I also have three types of alcoholic beverages: beer, wine, and liquors…just in case you were wondering. Yes, I like to be prepared and three seems to be the magic number.
For those of you old enough to remember School House Rock,three is a magic number. “A man and a woman had a little baby. They had three, they had three in their family. It’s a magic number.” Maybe that is why my ex-husband had to go, he made four…just a thought. Anyway, I have had two major relationships in my life and I think it’s time for number three. Unbelievably so, in three days, it will be three years since John the Pilot was outed by the other woman and in one foul swoop, I kicked him out and ended our nine (3X3) year relationship.
I was once told that it would be three years before I had another serious relationship. Now, depending on if it was supposed to be from the time I was told this, or the time my relationship ended with John the Pilot… either way, I think I’m due. It’s been two years since I’ve had any physical encounters, so okay, maybe I need to wait one more year for that to happen. No biggie, I have the means, I am prepared and one more year of not worrying about shaving my legs is just fine by me. As I down my third beer I realize that I’m in a pretty good place right now. Maybe it’s the beer, maybe it’s the Goli Ashwagandha Gummies I recently discovered or maybe it’s just time. Time heals all wounds, right? Well, not all wounds, but it has been longer enough for me to realize that what was, was and is no more. It was good while it lasted, but basically, it’s good that it’s over…next!
My therapist recently asked me about my health. Aside from the eternal battle with my weight, I’m doing well. I take an array of supplements to support my immune system on a daily basis, I’m drinking plenty of water and getting 7 plus hours of sleep a night. My stress level is a challenge, but some folks have finally applied for positions at my store, so there may be help in sight. No, I haven’t been exercising, I just didn’t get that genetic code, but maybe someday, I will find my way back to rowing. So, what I’m trying to say is, I am what I am and I’m not suddenly going to get thin, so I decided it was time to buy some pants. I have one pair that I found at Goodwill that fit me surprisingly well, so I went onto Ebay and found anther pair, they are on their way as I write this little blog of mine. A third pair still eludes me. Lane Bryant had a sale and I’m guessing that my timing is off because there was nothing left in my size. I know, it’s hard to believe, but I actually am more of an average size than most folks want to believe. Just sayin’, us big girls are more plentiful than most people want to believe. No worries, I have other pants that fit “okay” so I have at least three pairs until I can find another pair that fits as well as these do.
Like the third pair of pants, the third long term relationship is worth waiting for. I’m not going to rush things and I’m definitely not going back onto the internet to try and find true love. No, those days are long behind me and I think I’d rather take care of business myself than open myself up to a whole new plethora of disappointment and scam artists. I’ve always thought that my dream man was at Home Depot, I just haven’t been hanging out there enough, food for thought. I would love to find a man who can fix things and even more so, is into gardening. Going to the farmer’s market today…I always wanted to be a farmer’s wife, but my transitional guy from way back when, just wasn’t smart enough to scoop me up. He had/has a farm, but it just wasn’t meant to be.
A long, long time ago, I worked with a Life Coach. He had asked me to envision my perfect self. What I saw was me, slender and tan, wearing a straw hat, khaki shorts and a tank top, let’s go with blue and hiking boots. I was looking over my land and I was happy. I don’t want a lot of land, three acres would be nice though, large enough to putter around and grow some stuff, but not overwhelming. Yeah, three acres of land to share with the third man of my life for 33 years, maybe more. Of course, I’ll have three pairs of those khaki shorts, because one must be prepared and I’ll have everything I need and maybe, all that I want as well.
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