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I've been afraid
To tell you how I really feel
Admit to some of those bad mistakes I've made
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way

Isn't that beautiful?
I checked in to this site at just the right time.
Hubby and I are going here soon...

It all started with dating.

Hubby and I have started dating again. Each other. (Did I mention we're going steady? I believe I did.) This has had a peculiar effect on me especially.

I'm smiling with my whole face more quickly these days, I'm laughing from the heart more often. There are more moments of carefree abandon (still within responsible limits) now.

I was already beginning to feel a little younger when I spotted the nail polish.

A pretty shade of pinky-red caught my eye. I picked the little glass bottle up out of the clearance basket (it was on sale for $2) and shook it. The color had a little bit of shimmer to it, too.

My mind wandered as I debated over this purchase.

I never paint my fingernails. I keep them pretty short because it is just easier for me. I had paid to have acrylic tips put on years ago, but I grew weary of the expense and the fuss of their upkeep.

My sister, who's nails are always long and lovely, showed up with the acrylic tips a couple of weeks ago, and I considered going that route again myself. My common sense talked me out of it, though.

Why would I want this nail polish then? Hmm. I could paint my toenails. Granted no one except Hubby and Punkin is likely to see my crimson-clad tootsies, but it might be a fun little "secret." Another reason for me to smile maybe.

Then I remembered how much Mangoes, another journaler, loves the toe ring she bought. Should I get one? Again, no one is likely to see it, but I could picture my feeties being happy with the splash of polish and a band of silver winking up at the world. (Where does one go to get a toe ring anyway?)

I'd lost some weight last fall and (fingers crossed) so far I'm holding steady. My tummy is flatter, and I feel better about the way I look.

Hmmm. Flat tummy...? Maybe I could get my belly button pierced. That would be a fun little secret, too. It wouldn't be as permanent as a tattoo... but what if I got a tiny little heart tattoo. Where would I put it? Shoulder? Ankle? Hip?

A new picture popped into my head. A woman with long, straight, blonde hair blowing in the wind. This woman was tan (of course) and laughing in the bright summer sunshine. She is wearing a white shirt. A bit of silver flashed just above the waistband of her denim shorts as she moved. She was wearing sandals, jewelry on her toes, and a lovely shade of pinky-red nail polish on her piggies.

I let out a bit of a laugh and the picture disappeared from my mind's eye, but not before it left a ghost of an imprint on my brain.

Still holding the tiny glass bottle, I turned and looked at Hubby and Punkin and smiled.

Today it's red nail polish, who knows what tomorrow will bring.

My inner twenty year old forked over the $2 while my outer thirty-two yearold grinned at the possibilities.

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