But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. No, I worked harder than all of them--yet not I, but the grace of God that was with me.

1 Cor 15:10 (Emphasis mine. As always.)

Friday, November 14, 2014

My Life in Fresh Jammies

The Forward

One day I would just love to write a book (hence my snazzy little section titles to this post).  I'm not even sure yet what it would be about, but I would just love to do it.  I have loved writing and reading since I was a little girl and always feel like I have so dang much to say.  It seems like the natural next step.  That's why this blog has been such an outlet for me lately.  I can talk and talk wether I have an audience of 1 or 1 million.  I don't care...it's just a chance to talk out all of these things I've got flying around in my brain.  And for a few years I have been thinking about this book, and what it would be about (no idea still....) along with what I would call it.  What would the best title be, something that gives whoever might read it a glimpse of my personality, my humor, and my philosophy on life.  (Now it may seem like I'm switching gears, but I'm not.  Just bare with me.)

The Chapters

I have always been a girl who just loves comfy clothes.  My holy goodness do I love me some old ratty LL Bean moccasins, sweatpants, and soft, broken in, 15 year old long sleeved tshirts.  If you stop by my house on any given day, at any given time, I will be scrubbed out.  And, chances are, I will offer you some of my comfy attire so you can wear the same uniform as me.  I mean I don't want to be sitting there all relaxed while you're still crammed into your skinnies.  It just doesn't seem fair. Since I was an embryo, as long as I was at home I was in sweats.  I'm with the people who know and love me the best, just for who I am.  So why do I need to live a June Cleaver kinda life?  I'll dress up and be all girly for work or to go out, but when I'm at home, I don the uniform of comfort.

The Afterward

One morning after my surgery I was in the bathroom getting ready for the day.  My friend was about to stop by, so I told her that I was going to take a quick shower and put on fresh jammies and I would  be ready.  After I typed those words in my text I looked at them for a long second and smiled.  Fresh jammies.  That is how I spend my life, back and forth between the cuteness of being in public and the comfort of being at home.  So that, most certainly, would be the title of my book.  My Life in Fresh Jammies.  Seeing as right now I just have this blog and no book, the blog will carry the name of the book that I may someday write.

1 comment:

Brenda said...

Right there with you as I read this in one of your old sweatshirts (from when you went to NYC with your dad) and a part of lounge pants!