Mojo is in the air

I love my life. I really do. I have a doting husband, four beautiful sons, a nice house in a great neighborhood, blah, blah, blah. But, as the saying goes, "the grass is always greener". My friend, Sharon, is in the middle of a divorce & cannot possibly understand me when I say to her, "I want to be you!" She is beautiful, brilliant, clever, resourceful, a fantastic mother & friend, and has a razor sharp wit. I'd give my left arm for the wit alone.

However, as we all know, divorce sucks! I have yet to find a way to feel good about myself during a divorce (and I have a bit of experience here). At best, you feel like you made the worst decision in your life when you married that jerk. The typical feelings run the gamut of failure, self pity, anger, bitterness... you get the picture. I'm sure this is why retail therapy is so helpful. When you find the shoes that make you taller, or the jeans that perk up your ass, it provides you with a longed for sense of self satisfaction.

So today, Sharon called me to tell me that she was the object of not one, not two, but THREE hard earned, well deserved, incredibly gratifying stares. Three different men of varying ages stopped to check her out this morning.

Therefore, Sharon, I must officially and publicly dub you Mojo Mama. Work it girl!