Your own Independence Day?

A couple of weeks ago, I invited some girl friends to spend a few days with me at my just-completed place in the country. Oh boy! They were on their way, ready for a great time, relaxing and laughing, eating massive nibbles of Southern/East Texas food and enjoying an adult beverage or two or ten.

I suggested they bring bathing suits so we could float in the pool as the sun set and the stars came out…..floating our way to the end of the day by the light of an almost full moon.  It sounded like such a good idea at the time. Then, as the setting sun got closer, and the unveiling of the bod loomed larger on the upcoming agenda, that nasty troll of perfectionism came to live under the bridge of my swell idea.

What WAS I thinking?

Those flabby thighs…oh my. Yep, there they were…shake, jiggle and roll below my one piece bathing suit, purchased at my last bathing suit fitting in 1968. The bathing suit was definitely holding up much better than I was after all these years. And, although I felt like a 20 pound sausage stuffed into a 5 pound casing, the carcass was at least covered.

But whose legs were those?  The ones that looked like too much paint, schmearing down a wall? And what exactly were those blobby pockets at the end of all that schmear……could those be knees?

Would it be weird if I wore a raincoat over my suit?  This is Texas.  You never know, from one 15 minute period to the next, WHAT the weather might be.

I began to create all kinds of reasons why getting into our suits and going out to the pool would be a bad idea…….when a Facebook post appeared in my INBOX.  In the nick of time.

Just in case you are playing the shame game with yourself this swimsuit season, I am passing that post on to you. If you are finding yourself knee deep, or thigh deep, or wiggle-jiggle-fest deep in the gravity of gravity, this will be right down your alley.

It was the “get-over-yourself” call I needed to remind me to:

**Enjoy my summer. Get out the sparklers!**

**Enjoy my life. Bellies are for laughing!**

**Declare my own independence day…. from perfectionism.**  

After reading the post below, I thanked God for his ‘perfect’ timing and unwavering sense of humor……

Anne LaMott, author of Smashed Peas and Carrots says it so well:

“Oh My God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65 or 75, …..and you didn’t go swimming in warm pools or wild oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice, big comfortable tummy; and you were just so strung out on people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big, juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like you did when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart.  Don’t let than happen.”




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