Happy Enough to Be Me

Recent events have made me feel very self-conscious. I feel stupid about it often. I worry what people think. What they will think. What they may have thought. However, (dramatic pause) this morning I woke feeling sure of myself, confidant that I have become a strong person who doesn't bend sharply to please people as i once did. If i can hold my own and say what feel and think w/o having this desperate need to live up to people's expectations, then I'm alright. I decided that I like my family and myself more then I like other people. So if friends and distant relatives think whatever it is that those kinda people think, then they can go ahead and keep thinking. Because I know who I am and I know what makes me happy.

Thats it.

The Beginning.

My daughter is a typical young young. Typical enough that is. Loves most things pink. Loves princesses. Loves dancing. Loves singing. But one day. she developed a new love, a love of Polly Pockets. And there it all begins.

In the past McDonald's would give away a Polly in their Happy Meals. These were enough for my little girl. She added them to her toy collection (a collection of various cluttered toy bins). But one day as we were shopping, she chose to open up to me and reveal the traumatic mess her life had become (as traumatic a mess a 6 year olds life could be) all because......her Pollys.. didn't bend. they couldn't turn their heads.. and worst of all!!!! they couldn't sit down.. she NEEDED real pollys. not these sad Happy Meal excuse for Polly. She spent a good 45 minutes lamenting her misfortune. It was the longest drive home ever... (for me at least)

The next holiday that a rolled by she indeed got her Pollys. REAL Pollys! with moving parts and nice cute "squishy" outfits. And thus began my life walking around w/a pocket quite full of Pollys..