Vanity or Sanity

Ahhh, the little things that make us feel a little more human. You know what I'm talking about... The manicure you get at the salon because you can no longer do your own fingernails, or putting on make-up on the first day you've felt half-way decent in weeks. That cute shirt you bought on impulse at the clearance rack, but you know that it will cheer you up and make you feel special (and pretty) every time you wear it.

I truly have always treasured the little things in life, but I appreciate them so much more now than I ever did before. The love I see in Sonny's eyes when he looks at me....ahhhhhhh, it melts me and makes my heart skip a beat. And, I try my best to remember that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. The scars on the outside, those are just inconvenient at best. Remembering to love myself with my illness and flaws is a daily struggle. Would I rather be healthy and pretty? Sure, who wouldn't want to be both of those! But, being the most amazing ME is way better.

I'm sitting here typing, deleting, re-typing and deleting more and more... I can't believe that my brain fog has gotten so much worse that I find myself unable to complete thoughts without difficulty. I struggle to make the words come together and make sense, but they're often jumbled or stuck on the tip of my tongue. I had an amazing rant going on for this piece on Vanity v Sanity; and now none of it is readily available.

Well, maybe I'll be able to post more later if the fog is lifted a little (or hopefully a lot).

*hugs and spoons to you all*