Pink’s just toured on the premise.
Women of a certain age are accused of being preoccupied by it.
And quite frankly, I’m crap at being in it!
Actually, that’s not entirely true…I’m just crap at editing, so I’m thinking of introducing a selection committee 🙂
Blow Me (One Last Kiss)
If I’m not first and only, I’m one colour all over… and it’s tiring.
Seeing I’m no endurance runner, I default to my life’s motto:
‘Life’s too short to dwell in ‘unsure’ (read: ‘unhappy’). Life is a joy #EmbraceIt
Not surprisingly, I prefer key learnings.
Are We All We Are?
An old high-school friend rang me the other week to tell me she was six months pregnant. I was estatic for her and her partner: a gorgeous Frenchman who adores her, doesn’t let her get away with anything and in doing so brings out the best in her.
That’s special. That’s something worth nurturing.
In some circles, where I have the priveledge to dwell, being yourself is celebrated.
Not a modified construct of one contained within the parameters of products past.
Lucky for me, mine is a reality where thinking deeply is celebrated.
As is being woman: All together or barely coherent.
Still a Rockstar
Being true to who I am, still entitles me to thinking of myself as the Rockstar, capable of wooing audiences, embracing life and moving forward.
Follow your Instincts
The construct that is Love can be many a splendid thing,
yet destroyed by one’s construction of it.
For love does weird and wonderful things to ones ability to believe and act upon instinct.
Framing reality to astutely delete some key factors in order to make ‘life’ palatable = The practice of the unfaithful.
I feel great pain when I see this as a habit in others, I prefer to see someone smiling, in love, as evidenced through the shine in their eyes…
But when it is forced, it’s unpalatable. Sad even.
In life, we have choices:
To live in joy, or live pretending we are in search of it.
I choose JOY … and lots of it!
What do you choose…?