Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Friday, June 19, 2015

Sushi Is My Heaven

I might be a nut case.

 I'm good with that.

When I am completely stressed out, or something awful happens, I set aside some time to be alone, crank up some 80's love songs and  Cry It Out.  It always empowers me to see the truth in the situation, my part in it, and how to move forward with my No Worries Charm.

I went out earlier to treat myself to some sushi.  I went to a place that I haven't been to in years.  Financially it hasn't been an option like it was before kids and divorce.  I felt I needed a pick-me-up, and spending money on good food is my therapy.  On the drive, a song came on the radio that made me think of a younger version of myself.  A strong, confident, world-ahead-of-me Gal, who took no shit and kept her chin up.  I had everything and was only going to get better,  I am not where I imagined myself to be and that kind of stung.  I felt that I was going to need one of those "cry it out" sessions, but then something happened...

While ordering my sushi, I noticed that they now deliver.  This made me so elated,  They still may not be in my weekly budget but, I can always use them as a back up to a cry session in a pinch.

I no longer feel like crying.

Does that seem normal?

Who wants to be normal?