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A Little Rebellion

I ate my breakfast Monday morning in the bathtub. Yep, and it was delightful and felt a little naughty. In fact, I wondered why I have not tried this before. So I followed the rabbit trails in my head and considered other areas of my life where I need to escape my rather narrow ideas of what's acceptable. There's quite a bit there, and I needed to remedy this. So I did.

* I hung only 1 towel on the mostly decorative towel racks. (We're the only ones who use the bathroom anyway, and we usually throw our towels on the toilet seat or over the shower curtain.)

* I didn't worry about my unmade bed or the toilet paper roll sitting on the floor. (After all, it's not like Good Morning America is going to show up unexpectedly at my house wanting a live tour or anything.)

* I went to work with Crocs on my feet and capris on my legs. And I didn't shave or wash my hair.

* I looked a kid in the eye today after he told me I wasn't being fair and said, "Yeah? Well, you're not exactly likeable right now."

* I told myself no. I admitted my struggle with food and fondness for Amy Grant. I unabashedly asked to borrow CDs from a co-worker so I could copy them.

How funny that some simple things feel so liberating.

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