Friday, February 3, 2012
This shirt is my rhythm logo for this week.
I mean, there are times in your life where you just wanna say, "What the truck?"
And, about Wednesday, I called out "Oeyoa. Oeyohaha".
I decided to submit to the elements.
Gloria Estefan and the Miami Sound Machine said it best. The Rhythm is Gonna Get You.
I thought this collage might serve as visual reminder of what's went down.
I tried to be honest with the highs-n-lows.
That's a lie.
The razor is wishful thinking. I haven't shaved these legs perhaps since New Year's Eve. No worries though. All other areas of grooming are all systems go.
That's another lie.
I might just scrimp a tee tiny bit on washing my hair.
I promise I go no more than 5 days between washings.
And, that is the truth.
Have I gained some accountability back with you yet?
I compare my week to the girl out on the dance floor who wants to break it down and get all funky-like, but her feet just never find the beat. Nor do her arms. Her hips. Or, her face for that matter.
Ever watched THAT go down?
It ain't pretty.
And, here I am.
The dancer in me HATES to do this but, I decided to sit a few songs out until I catch my groove. If you need me to, I can hold your drink or your purse. I'll even keep an eye out to see if that cute guy is inching his way over to you.