A brief moment of clarity

By scrolling down my Facebook newsfeed this evening, I was suddenly hit on the head with the realization of what it  is I think I want.

No joke.

I want to be able to look at a picture and be able to focus NOT on how much I want to change about myself but how much happiness I see in all of our faces.

THAT will do it for me.  The second I stop thinking my upper arms are gross.

From the Archives of FB...

Wacky Dream from the Past

by Jenifer Marr (Notes) on Wednesday, September 12, 2012 at 9:07am

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Because of all my dream talk lately, a friend of mine sent me a recount of a dream I had in February.  At first I didn't remember it at all and then the 'pot luck' made it allllll come back!  Here's what I told him:

"So it started with me hanging out with the young guy and hugging him...his body was VERY thin...then he kissed me after taking out his gun and transfered a penny into my mouth because 'it was the third day anniversary of us being together.'  Next scene, it was like 3am and we were having a little fun...my mom and uncle walked into my room.  I covered him and had to listen to her ridicule me because i had two HUGE hickeys on my neck.

So next, I'm driving a U Haul and get stuck in the snow.  The cops come, look at my drivers license and tell me that I do not have the proper authorization so I have to go to jail...I had an 'A' and I needed a 'K'...but that I could show up later or tomorrow so that I had time to go to the store, pack a bag and get my item for the pot luck.

I get a phone call from the young guy, after I'm done shopping at Target, where the cashier is flirting with me but I have to tell him I am going to jail...and he tells me that he is on the way to a first date with someone who said she was referred by me...and he even wrote her a good insurance policy because I recommended her!

So, I'm in jail...with Max, who did something too...and my cousin and some peeps from high school...and the warden asks me and Max to read this poem...which is actually a song.  So we do.  and then I woke up."

This, my friends, is what goes through my head at night!  Thanks, Jim, for sending it back to me!!