Watch where you wipe (your hands)

Last weekend I was at a wedding that's was really hard for me.
Really hard.
I like to kick back and enjoy myself as much as the next gal but this time it was hard. Really hard.
After a day and a half of, let's say "dealing" I was back in the hotel room with my honey, coming undone. My poor honey. Sure, he has seen me come undone. But I do usually try to keep it together.
"I just wish I didint care so much" (heave) "but every time I'm around these people I just (heave) can't help it I get (heave) so wrapped up in everything."

I'm so glad I had the ability to recognize this experience happening to me. Unfortunately I didn't quite possess the strength of character to stop it from happening. I mean I tried, to stop myself.
My poor honey.

I know this about myself, that's why I'm here, I think. Way up here. If I'm there, I'm that. When I'm here, I can be this. I think this is better than that.

So I've come back into my own and thanked my honey and hung up my pink and green so I think balance has been restored. And then today trough the powers of Facebook I saw a girl that I met in new Orleans write "so, I don't wear anything I can't wipe my hands on" and I thought YES that's where I am. What an incredible arc my life has been.
Because, no, one wouldn't want to wipe ones hands on ones Lilly pulitzer dress would they?

And I've got chalk prints everywhere.