No guilt over napping!

About two years ago, I decided that Sunday afternoons were an amazing time for naps.  I had never been a napper.   I always thought napping was for lazy people, until the urge started to hit me to nap.  Isn’t that just how we think?  So, a big, sincere sorry to all of you busy, effective, successful people who I hung the lazy tag on inappropriately.  Enjoy those z’s and may they make you even more awesome!

That’s another wonderful thing about your forties.  You begin to realize that you can do things like nap, stay at home when everyone else goes out, be picky about ordering your sweet tea “half and half” because the full southern brew of sugary liquid is just too much.  You can do things that embarrass your children like wearing your pajamas to drop them off at school because quite frankly, you don’t care what people think! 

I’m so happy to have graduated from the class of “putting on airs for other females”.  I’m just me and that’s all I’ll ever be and I have my own sense of style, my own way of doing things and that’s okay.  No longer chained by how I look every minute of the day and what a freedom it is!  My face is lucky to get a splash of lipstick after my original face painting in the morning (on the rare days this actually occurs anymore).  I remember the days of carrying around a full arsenal of makeup for multiple touch-ups throughout the day.  Who has time for that anymore?  If you do, more power to you, but don’t judge me for not jumping back on that bandwagon; I’m happy to be off of it.

And happily, I don’t suffer from as much guilt over things like napping or doing nothing at all for a few hours.  We have to take the time to recharge or we’ll burn out and then what good will we be for anyone?  I have so much I want to accomplish for God, my family, my church and community, but first, I must nap 😉  Oh, and don’t call me……


  1. deanna grimm says:

    Hahaha. Right! DO NOT call her on sundays I learned the hard way! JK sissy! No really I want to give a Big shout out to my intelligent sissy! Great blog! And I have to say I agree with everything she said:-) (well except for the makeup part). She dosent need it but……I must say whether its a habit of mine maybe half true but I still carry my arsenal (hehe is this right?) Of makeup preferrably lipstick around! Lol and I can wear purple!! I must say! Since I have gotton older I need my 15 min naps carry my little pooch paris around walmart in a black bag, drive her around town on her daily trips (sometimes dressed in her fav dress or holiday costume lol and not give a flip about what anyone thinks! Its FREEDOM for me and finally comfortable in my own skin! I love it! Thanks sissy for your blogs! I’m having a blast!:-) love you

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