I am hoping that I will find time over the next couple of days to check in even though I should be packing and preparing. I am thrilled about my trip.
Here's something I can be proud of.
Not last night, but the night before (twenty four robbers came knocking at my door), for the first time in years, because I felt like it, I shaved my legs on a non Thursday. Here is why that is important.
almost 5 years ago, I ended my longest relationship to date which lasted 5 years. I started seeing S soon after. We saw each other on Friday nights, but it was never planned, often I would hear from him on Friday to hang out on Friday (I should have seen that as a sign, but I didn't) so on Thursday nights, I would shave my legs just in case I had a "hot date" on Friday. when the thing (it was a thing, not a relationship) with S ended, I kept up the habit. I shaved more often once C and I started seeing each other. When we lived together, Thursday night became my "spa night" because C was at school until late so I would take a bath, facial masque, shave the legs, all the girly stuff.
You can see where this is all going. I still shave my legs every Thursday night because I might have a "hot date" on Friday. There have been no hot dates this past year. Sure, a couple of outings, a nice dinner or three, but there hasn't been a man anywhere near my legs since T and I broke up a year ago.
So Monday, when I shaved my legs for me, it was kind of a big thing, you know? No date plans, no man hopes, just me thinking that it would be nice to not wake myself up with cricket noises every time I turn over in my sleep. Who knows, maybe I will start shaving my legs twice a week from now on.
for the record, I can't bear to have hair under my arms so those are far better maintained.