The Moon Full and High

Day one of admitting I am in fact a superstar of the human race has been a bit mundane. 

The fullness and closeness of the moon makes me feel I should embrace my ancestoral wiccan roots and do something.  But what?

Light a candle?  Say a prayer?  Dance in my backyard naked?
Would the dancing still count if I covered myself in bug repellent?

The children are bored being home. Some of them at least.

I am happy to be back and have already made preliminary plans for a rather large change.  This I will get to later as to not want to ruin any chances.  Superstitous I know.  Maybe it's the moon.

Tonight I begin to toss away the literal baggage.  I have two exceedingly large trash cans and I plan on going through my closet and tossing with abandon.  (Yes I will donate).  Toss away the clothes  my body has not donned in over 8 months.  Goodbye useless space taking threads.

Change begins within.  My within no longer wants to hold on to "Promise Clothes"

I Promise I will fit into that dress by summer. I Promise those shoes will get worn.  I promise to wear that tankini again and not frighten small children out of the water.

Goodbye false promises.

Here is what I promise, when (not if) I am able to wear with pride a tankini I will treat myself and buy a new one.

One more child is moving out and my house will grow larger as my family grows smaller. 

I will make my plans to achieve my goals.  And because I am a rockstar of the human race I will make them all happen.

It is about time I realize my worth. Stand up and speak.  Say "No More clothes that no longer fit staring at me whenever I slide my closet doors open!"

One small step to being the rockstar I am inside.

(as a note, I have no desire to actually BE a rockstar.  I can't sing, and play no instruments.  The term is simply meant to reflect that I need to embrace my successes in life, rather wallow in the failures.)