What goes around, comes around.

I guess this saying is very true in so many respects. What goes around, comes around. Even fashion styles- which I think is funny- how twenty or thirty years later the things we poked fun of in our parents' closests are the clothes and accessories we pay big dollars to get our hands on. Sometimes we don't even spend big dollars- but we wear the stuff anyway. I am not looking forward to the day that ZUBAZ (is that how you even spell the name of those ridiculous printed pants!!!) or banana hair clips come back into fashion- even though I never wore either of them. They just aren't cute or flattering on anyone!! Just like pink stretchy pants. I'm sorry I had to be the one to say this, but if you own a pair of PINK STRETCHY PANTS- please, step away from your computer slowly, head to your closet or armoire, get those babies out and then RUN with them straight to your closest garbage and do yourself the biggest favor you can today and throw those pants in there...then take a deep breath and tell yourself you will get through this. I'm here for you if you feel you need support. Leave me a comment- or privately email me. I applaud you for taking this leap into your new world- one without pink stretchy pants.
Okay, I will down step down off of my fashion soap box- as if I had any right to be up there in the first place! Someday when I write that book of mine and I go on tour and I'm sitting on the set of the Today Show with the fashionable Katie Couric or Matt Lauer, they will probably have gotten their hands on some photos of me as a adolescent or young adult and they will post them behind me as we discuss my book. You will watch in disbelief that the pictures you see are really me. It's true. I look nothing like myself as a kid, teen or even young married, harried wife and mother. Thank goodness. Aging is being good to me in my thirties so far. I hope I stay lucky in that respect. Not that I think I look so great!- but at least I'm growing into myself and I'm definitely "improved" since so many fashion-mistakes along the way.
This post has gotten off-track from what I initially had in mind when I sat down to write it. I didn't intend to write about fashion at all. It just poured out of my heart and soul. What I wanted to touch on is how our actions affect everybody around us...and sometimes they ripple out and affect people we don't intend, or even plan on affecting. Like what I do here. I write for me. But I realize that my words aren't just hitting me- but many of you come across them and they hit you too. I wish the world were full of people wanting their words and actions to hit others in the best way possible- everyday, all the time. Unfortunately that doesn't happen- some people even try to do and say hurtful things. I don't get that- but it's a part of life and the world we live in. And I myself am not immune to hurtful words. Sometimes I lie to telemarketeers that call me at all hour of the day. Sometimes I tell them they have the wrong number when they really don't. Sometimes I tell them that I can't talk because one of my kids is vomiting in the other room- this is usually a true statement- but I think I intend it to be hurtful to my listener- they usually cut the call very quickly after that.
Today I am going to try to think before I speak. I am going to be thoughtful about my actions. I am going to try to express goodness...and if the old saying is true, goodness will come back to me. Now, if you still have a pair of pink stretchy pants lying around, I encourage you in the nicest way possible, to go throw them out. You'll thank me later. =)