I've never been short on people who love me.

I've just been short.  5'6"

Before I make that relevant, let me says I'm not going to cheat you out of a blog each of the last three days.

So, I was at OMC's MAD MEDIA party tonight with a good girl friend of mine.  We both, oddly, had the night open and I'm partial to the guys at OMC.

I digress.  So, we had a few drinks, chatted with a few people and then settled into a leather love seat at The Whiskey Bar to really talk.  We lamented the stresses of our lives.  What the crisis of the hour is.  We've both been facing some big things, in addition to feeling fat and generally anxious. (But, we both did look damn good.)  And, to be honest, the conversation went from hysterical to heavy and back.  But, really honest.  But, we both brought it back around.  We agreed each one of us is more blessed than probably 90% of the rest of the world (and when I graduated in the top 10% of my high school class, I thought I was hot stuff...so).

Blessed in that we are both smart, articulate, strong, loved people, with good families, friends and the ability to provide for ourselves.  These days, that's not easy for so many to say.  

If you read my last entry, I was feeling blue.  And I can rarely avoid feeling blue, but I do know with 40 years under my belt now, how to count my blessings when I'm stressing.  I love the saying, "Life's 5% of what happenes to you and 95% how you take it." 

This is a reminder to me and you... take it in stride, take it as it comes, take it to the limit and take it easy on yourself and the others around you.  It will really go a long way.

Cheers!