Fit

The word for today is FIT. This morning I was FIT to be tied; I wanted to throw a FIT. I'd had a dream in which I did not FIT. In the dream I was back in high school, my friends would not sit with me, would not walk with me. I woke up feeling unfit; I woke up with that adolescent feeling that I still did not FIT in.

A friend asked if I use one of those big blue balls to keep FIT. No I do not. A big blue ball would not FIT in my apartment. When I ate ice cream every night, my pants did not FIT. If I do not eat ice cream and I walk a lot every day, my pants do FIT, sometimes they are even a little loose.

Some women have a hard time finding a bra that fits. I remember my mother told me that you have to lean forward and throw your chest into the cups. Then I learned that you also have to adjust the straps. I figured out that you could have very small breasts and a wide rib cage or large breasts and a narrow rib cage, hence all the different combinations of width and cup sizes. Sometimes I go to a store, try on twelve pair of jeans and none of them FIT, and then I can go to a thrift store and the first pair I try on is a FIT.

At the Career Center, the job coaches tell us to look at the FIT when we're job hunting. An acquaintance told me to think about becoming a life insurance agent because I like to talk to old people, but it just doesn't FIT my personality.

It's good to have a wardrobe and furniture that fits your lifestyle. It's good to have friends who FIT too.

You have to know yourself to know if something or someone is a good FIT. I've learned to know my size, shape, temperament, idiosyncracies, likes and dislikes, moods, energy and comfort levels. I've learned about my strengths and weaknesses. I've learned that sometimes I can't make myself FIT, I can't make myself shut up or cut myself down to size or artificially inflate my ego. If I don't FIT, I don't FIT. Accepting that makes it feel oh so much better when I do.