After wasting a lifetime chasing quick fixes, I finally put my big girl panties on and took accountability for my health. I exercised every single day of 2013. And it didn't kill me. So now I'm continuing my journey of well-being into 2014. Please join me!
It was May 2010, and I had traveled to Sedona, AZ to celebrate my wedding anniversary.
I loved everything about this place, but most especially the orange- and crimson-hued rock formations; Cathedral Rock and Madonna and Child. I can close my eyes and still see them vividly. When I discovered some unexpected and whimsical art installations scattered throughout the town, that was the icing on the cake.
En route to dinner one evening I stumbled upon the sweetest thing, a charming little statue, titled “The Kiss”, by artist Kim Kori; I was enchanted!
So I stopped to steal un besito. Because, you’ve gotta kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince, right?
Fast forward to present day.
Mr. Enthusiasm and I headed out to Boulder City on Sunday to enjoy the sunny day and shake the cobwebs from the previous night’s debauchery.
I was strolling along, enjoying the heat of the sun on my skin, not a care in the world, when I suddenly found myself looking into the bulging eyes of my long-lost love.
That two-timing son of a bitch.
How many girls had he been offering those free kisses to?
I was fuming.
But, hey, with Valentine’s Day looming, I decided I couldn’t afford to hold a grudge. I offered the proverbial olive branch, leaning in for a kiss.
Given my physical state [seriously hung-over, unwashed hair, no makeup], it’s no wonder he was playing all coy and pretending not to know me.
Bastard had the upper hand, knowing I was pining for some Valentine’s Day love.
Here’s to all the frogs and princes we get to kiss in the pursuit of love… the sweetest thing.