I have a little secret.No -- that is not a belly sticking out of my shirt. It is something else entirely. Not a tumor. Not a pillow. Not even a watermelon.
It is a water-belly. About 10 seconds before my SIL snapped this picture, I took a butt-dive into the icy cold Connecticut water. The water then proceeded to swallow me up to my armpits.
I am a southern girl. This was not a happy moment.
My first response? "If you put this on Facebook, I will kill you."
Then I skulked back to the cottage, wrapped myself in my fuzzy pajamas, threw my only pair of jeans and water-belly sweater into the dryer, and pouted on the couch.
About five minutes later I realized -- this was the funniest thing that had ever happened.
Suddenly I started to laugh. I laughed until my family wondered -- did I need a doctor? Did I hit my head? Had the cold water frozen my brain like a Slurpee on a warm day?
This is what amazes me: How could 5 minutes out of the water change my perspective so drastically?
Wait a minute... that sounds familiar.
For now we see in a glass dimly, but then face to face...
The problems I face today -- the insomnia I've had for the past 3 nights, the broken car door that forces me to belly-crawl across the console while onlookers call the mental health department, or the unpredictability of my job -- they're all ripples in the water.
Yeah, it's cold down here. Yeah, I have an ugly water-belly right now.
But in the end, does it really matter?
I choose to laugh in the face of it all.
Anyone else up for a swim?
