I am exhausted.
But for a very good reason.
Yesterday, I woke up determined to look good. I wanted to feel good and looking good tends to help. So I showered, got dressed, and actually made an effort. I even used hairspray and mascara, people.
Yeah. It was that serious.
After all that effort, the craziest thing happened. I didn't just feel good, I had a FANTASTIC day.
It showed, too. I got a ton of compliments and the smile on my face got bigger and bigger. I had more energy. I laughed and bounced around and had enthusiasm.
Things got done. I made plans for doing cosplay at my kids' school for Star Wars Day. I cleaned out my disaster of a car and did some housework while rocking out to 50's music (some of the best songs EVER) on Pandora. I went grocery shopping and ate a healthy lunch (yay, me!).
I also selfied.
I even played Mario Cart Wii with my family (and came in first a couple of races, thank you very much).
Overall, it was a wonderful day.
All because I made an effort.
Crazy how that happens.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I rocked a bit too hard yesterday. My whole body aches. But, in my defense, how can you sit still when songs like "Great Balls of Fire", "My Girl", and all things Elvis are playing?
It's just not possible.
Nope. Not at all.