For those of you that have been keeping up with my crazy life on the farm and in a small town, you will recall that I have mentioned a time or two that I believe life always comes full circle. I started out this life in a small town, spending a big part of my childhood on my grandparent’s cotton farm.
I spent the first twenty years of my life trying to figure out how to become a big city girl and ditch the small town I grew up in. All I wanted out of life was to live in the city and have a cool apartment like Mary Tyler Moore. Well, I got myself a great pad in the city - only to spend the next twenty years trying to figure out how to be a small town girl again. See what I mean? Life comes full circle.
You might also remember how I told y’all a few weeks ago that I was on a diet. It all started after my bad haircut made me look frumpy. Then I realized, I don’t look frumpy – I AM frumpy.
My frump has come full circle.
I started out life as a frump with a poochy tummy and robust thighs.
Forty years later, I have a poochy tummy and robust thighs. NO – I’m not going to post a picture of me today in an orange bikini so you can see the similarities of today and forty years ago. You will just have to take my word for it…
My life AND my body has come full circle.
As I got to thinking about the full circle stuff, I realized that I’m built just like my grandmother. I even told Lisa the other day that I really need to lose weight and get in shape because when I was getting out of the tub I saw myself in the mirror and realized I looked just like my grandmother naked. I was completely mortified. ME – looking like my grandmother naked!
But then I realized that it’s what I have left of her.
It’s who I am.
It’s who she was.