Musings from the laundromat: YMCA edition
I don’t know if this is going to sound politically correct, but it is what it is – I was totally alone here at the laundromat, then in came a tall, handsome black man and a sweet Mexican in a cowboy hat at the same time and all I could think of? “Half the village people are here!”
I’m sticking by it.
I went on to think, “And I’m the pasty white girl totally ruining the illusion.”
In other news, saw this on a friends page and loved it so much I had to share it with you.
So true, and I don’t know about you, but I really need to learn to live this. So unhealthy to live any other way. I constantly beat myself up about the past and I’m always worrying about the future. I’m missing so many ‘now’ moments in the process.
So today, I need to enjoy my Sunday. Stay in the moment. Maybe eat something really bad for me, because my shorts are falling off as I walk around the laundromat. Time to fatten up a bit and find my ‘happy’. Yup.
Now let’s dance – throw those hands up!
Posted on August 30, 2015, in Humor, Musings from the laundromat, Uncategorized and tagged anxiety, finding happy, handsome black, musings from the laundromat, politically correct, village people. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.