Pause Me

Sometimes starring at myself in the mirror during dance class can be a little unsettling.  It's not just the self critique of, "Aw, I see where those cookies went," that gets me.  That part, I can handle. I've had this body for a while now.  It is what it is.  Am I right, gals?  It's the eye contact with my inner self I find challenging.   There I am, with all my mishegas.  And just like that, a familiar soundtrack starts to play:  "What-if-why-did-how-come-blah-blah."  So, this morning, I'm heading on over to Pep Boys to have a pause button permanently installed over my pupik.  Whenever my mind starts to wander into dangerous territory, I will press my belly button and put myself on pause.  I wished I'd thought of this sooner, because I think it's genius, but I didn't.  I was too busy composing my greatest hits.