On Old Messages

I went out with my best friend last night to a Scrubz party. These are Spa treatments made with crystal sugar and essential oils.

The party was here in town and also featured facials and massages at 1 dollar per minute. In Hindsight - I should have had the massage. But lineup was so long I would have gotten started at nine PM and I still had another stop to make before I could go home.

I was extremely tired having only 4 hours of sleep. I hadn't eaten since lunch the day before. I was not at my best. But that's OK. My best friend, a former model now mother of 4, thought I looked good.

I bought two different Scrubz - Limonade and jasmin. THey are are WONDERFUL. My skin hasn't felt this good in a long time.

She and I left that party, it was kind of beat really - lots of 20 something know-it-alls who wouldn't give anyone but their posse the time of day. So I had been invited down to a bar/restaurant in the next town by a mutual friend to hear him play. So we primped a bit - but really what can you do with your face when you are wearing no make-up? not much, and headed down there.

We were fortunate to find 2 stools open when we got there and took up residence immediately - that kind of real estate RARELY shows itself so quickly. It's about a quarter to 9. We order a round of drinks and we aren't sure if he even knows we are there yet. He was right in the middle of a set.

Not 5 minutes later, he, his guitar and his wireless mic make there way to where we are sitting and the three of us sing "Brandy" by looking glass with Jenna and I doing the backup vocals... too funny. He sang to us almost the entire last set. Afterwords the three of us had another round, Jenna bought some fried cheese, I still have no appetite, and the two of them start catching up - they don't see each other as often as I see either of them which is weird now that I think about it.

Now I tell you all of this for a reason. You see, when you have a self esteem problem, like I and many others do, there are certain "old messages" that play in your head. repeatedly on a loop. I have a couple of them that I am working to replace, but haven't been 100% successful, though there is improvement.

I got up at one point to use the ladies room. I looked in the mirror and realized that I should not have worn the black turtleneck without maeup on as I looked like the dead. my hair felt stringy and I just felt fat. Of course next to Jenna - duh. So I did what I could with what I had and walked back to the bar. I sat down and Jenna said, wow your hair looks good and are you sure you aren't wearing makeup??? THe old messages that told me I was unattractive caused me a moments pause, and then I laughed and thanked her for the compliment.

The other old message for me is about love. That in some small way, I got to be the age that I am without a partner in my life seems significant to me in some way. That I don't deserve to be loved in that fashion. I find it hard to believe that someone would ever feel that I am the air they need, that they can't sleep, can't eat - because of the depth of their feelings for me. I once read this line somewhere "I felt almost like the other woman when I walked into our bedroom and I saw my husband with my sweater in his arms, smelling the perfume that I wear" I always like that idea.

I'm starting to dismiss this message too. I am freaking fabulous. Seriously. I'm not going to waste time explaining why to you - that's the entire point of the whole blog really. Any man who chooses not to have me as their life partner is a moron. any man would be lucky to have me choose them. I am an amazing catch. So that's the new message that I play in my head. But it's hard to leave the old worn out message behind. I don't beleive the old message either, but it's comfortable because it is known. But it's not good. So I need to summarily dismiss it.