Why I connect with Jenny Lawson from the Bloggess.com, is because she experiences the same disease I have, and while she is far more extreme in her sense of humour, I most certainly get it. I think it, she says it. Works for me.
Some of my friends read her too, and one recently posted a link to Jenny's speech on being furiously happy. I'm going to pay it forward because it really means so much to live like this. Especially when you suffer from illnesses like depression and anxiety. It's worth the watch. I enjoyed it.
For my part I have been attempting to live my life in a more muted fashion but with the same goal. Reality is, that I live my life every day for my family and try to carve out enough time in my life to satiate my soul so that I don't up and walk out, wringing my own neck and pulling out my hair on the way to the looney bin.
Zsa Zsa Gabor, you'll miss many of the references, so I'll just hang on a moment, while you catch up on her background. Essentially, this woman made mug shot synonymous with celebrity. Before Martha Stewart, Zsa Zsa was the quintessential bitch slapping diva they all painted Martha with. In fact, Lindsay Lohan and Naomi Campbell were jokes compared to Zsa Zsa. When Zsa Zsa said or did something, she pretty much meant it, stood behind it, and then she left you to rot in your own unworthiness. She married 9 times. Yes. 9. Once even to Paris Hilton's great grandpappy.
I think she had a competition running with Liz Taylor. She married royalty, she married actors, she modelled and acted herself...and never in her hay day would she have been caught without her face on, her diamonds in, and her nails (err. talons) done.
You know how they say "no one smiles for their mug shots"? Well, Zsa Zsa did. Yep. Cuz that's how she rolled.
This is a mug shot of one well put together lady who wouldn't have missed out on her luxuries for a second. Luxury was her middle name.
And so I have Zsa Zsa moments. They are those moments when I indulge myself in something innocent (not slapping officers or marrying billionaires here), but where I spread a $10 jelly on my toast at breakfast because I frigging deserve it after changing a million dirty diapers and where I take the wine to the bubble bath because gosh darnit, baths require wine. And where I just flake off work for an hour or two to write my blog because darnit, my soul needs a little love too. It's my equivalent to living furiously happy. I smile and laugh every day with my kid and my husband, even on some of my most challenging days. They keep me balanced with the frustration and the frenzy that is Monday to Friday and sometimes Sunday too. But my Zsa Zsa moments keep me being "me". 100% me. Nobody else. Nothing artificial, temporary or cloaked in a role or responsibility. Just me, being good to me. Selfishly happy. Wining and dining my soul.
The $10 jelly is equally awesome. I recommend it to everyone and there's one here waiting for you. Comment and tell me why you need a Zsa Zsa moment, and I'll randomly select a winner. $10 jelly could be on it's way to you, and you could be eating some seriously bitchin Zsa Zsa'd toast for breakfast!
So did Martha. Just sayin.