When You're A Big Girl

I Wake Up At 4:15 A.m., Get Some Coffee, Turn On The News, See What's Happening, Go Clickety-clack On The Web To See What I Missed Overnight. Then I Go To The Gym, Around 5:15, And I Do What Appears To Be A Very Light Workout, But Who Cares. I'm Socializing With Other Nice People At The Gym. Then I Go Into Work, And I'm Really Awake.

If You Fall-and Trust Me, You Will- Make Sure You Fall On Your Back. Because If You Fall On Your Back, You Can See Up. And If You Can See Up, You Can Get Up. And You Can Keep Going And Going And Going.

I'm A Disorganized Mess. My Purse Is Gross: I Once Found A Shoulder Pad, String Cheese, And A Christmas Ornament In It!

When My Shoes Are Killing Me, I Take A Maxi Pad And Put It In The Bottom Of My Shoe. It Is Better Than Any Dr. Scholl's Insert. That Fashion Tip Has Saved Me Through Some Long Nights.

From Time To Time, I'll Look Back Through The Personal Journals I've Scribbled In Throughout My Life, The Keepers Of My Raw Thoughts And Emotions. The Words Poured Forth After My Dad Died, When I Went Through A Divorce, And After I Was Diagnosed With Breast Cancer. There Are So Many What-ifs Scribbled On Those Pages.