So, I realized something about myself last night…

I realized that I - a grown woman - have…a “blankie”.

That’s right, a blankie!  I didn’t want to admit it to myself…I mean, I kept thinking “I’m just chilly” or “I’m sure everyone else likes to wrap up in a fur blanket…fur side down…in Florida…in July!”

Then last night it happened.  I finally had to break down and wash my fur blanket.  And that’s when I realized how bad it was.  I kept reaching for it…

I even checked the washer more than once to see if it was done yet!

I know, it’s both weird and sad at the same time.

But, I guess we all find ourselves needing comfort…needing to reach for something familiar.  I guess I’m no different than anyone else (at least no different than most 5 year olds who love their blankies!).

I guess when the world gets crazy and things seem to constantly change….sometimes we just need to find our “safe place” and shut the rest out…

…for just a little while.

It’s okay to admit that we need comfort…and it’s okay to be still and “regroup”.  Tomorrow always comes and all the exciting, challenging, wonderful, scary changes that will - no doubt - come along with it.

Anyway, there’s my confession for the day.

“Hello, my name is Angie and I love my blankie!”

…peace!