How to get through a gray, drab winter:
1. Wear fancy things, diamonds if you have them
2. Take advantage of sunshiny afternoons.
3. Make new friends at work and get into a little bit of trouble here and there.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
I'm feelin it
I LOVE being in my 30s. I think that it is silly that women dread aging. First of all, the process is not only inevitable and irreversible, but starts the day we are born. I feel more alive, intelligent, content, mature, sexy and beautiful than I did in my 20s. I look forward to the many years ahead of me and the process of aging, maturity, life stages, etc.
Here are a few goals for 2012:
1. Try to not get too fat this winter. I love cookies and hate cold so prior winters have been unsuccessful. Here's to portion control and the occassional wintery walk.
2. Do more drugs. I have spent a lot of time being cautious. I think I am going to experiment this year. Isn't 32 the age when most people go through this phase? Ha. Yes, I know that most of my peers are settling down and getting serious. I wanted that at 22 and it did not work out for me. So I will try to forge a path that will lead me towards MY bliss and no one else's.
3. Be open to falling in love again. I can still feel the sting of my last heartreak, but it is no longer debilitating. I am not there yet but maybe I will be again.
Back to aging...I like all the old memories and the perspective that only years can provide.
The past few years have been so difficult that I am thankful for the memories of times in my life that were blissful:
Laying on a net in the front of a catamaran sailing towards a small island off the coast of Puerto Rico. My tan legs were getting sprayed by the surf and I stared into the blue horizon. Later we would lunch on kiwi, strawberries, pina coladas and tunafish sandwiches. The sand of that beach was white and soft. The water was clear and warm. Snorkeling on a reef that was filled with fishes and other creatures I didn't even know to think about. The men sailing the catamaran were darkly tanned and muscular. I wondered how much they were paid and that everyone must be a fool to not desire a job that allows you to work in such idyllic conditions. Perhaps they were tired and headachy from the work and the sun. But then they dove into the ocean on their lunchbreak. It has to beat most of our daily grind bullshit.
Here are a few goals for 2012:
1. Try to not get too fat this winter. I love cookies and hate cold so prior winters have been unsuccessful. Here's to portion control and the occassional wintery walk.
2. Do more drugs. I have spent a lot of time being cautious. I think I am going to experiment this year. Isn't 32 the age when most people go through this phase? Ha. Yes, I know that most of my peers are settling down and getting serious. I wanted that at 22 and it did not work out for me. So I will try to forge a path that will lead me towards MY bliss and no one else's.
3. Be open to falling in love again. I can still feel the sting of my last heartreak, but it is no longer debilitating. I am not there yet but maybe I will be again.
Back to aging...I like all the old memories and the perspective that only years can provide.
The past few years have been so difficult that I am thankful for the memories of times in my life that were blissful:
Laying on a net in the front of a catamaran sailing towards a small island off the coast of Puerto Rico. My tan legs were getting sprayed by the surf and I stared into the blue horizon. Later we would lunch on kiwi, strawberries, pina coladas and tunafish sandwiches. The sand of that beach was white and soft. The water was clear and warm. Snorkeling on a reef that was filled with fishes and other creatures I didn't even know to think about. The men sailing the catamaran were darkly tanned and muscular. I wondered how much they were paid and that everyone must be a fool to not desire a job that allows you to work in such idyllic conditions. Perhaps they were tired and headachy from the work and the sun. But then they dove into the ocean on their lunchbreak. It has to beat most of our daily grind bullshit.
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