Someone thanked me for something I did 20 years ago. Something I do not even remember.
How will you know when you have found ME? Ah, that’s the easy part…
I finally let up the espionage to take a walk along the beach. She called back at me “Lady, you dropped something”.
The sudden surge of dopamine, serotonin and all the other hormones that would overflow in your bloodstream?
Someone I barely know asked me how I find the energy to chase my dreams with such gusto? She continued Continue reading
Now, of course I have had plenty of experience with people like that: the full range from mild to extra hot bitches, from the subtle frenemies to the full-on social food chain hoes. But I walked away from my brief encounter wondering why it still unnerved me. I shouldn’t give a damn, right?
I would be guided by my intuition to write about Gratitude, Grace, Love and Blessings during the 10 month long summer and Sorrow, Loss and Fear during Wintertime. God knows, I could write about all those things with absolute ease.
She would embarrass me constantly too. Not by anything she did/said/wore (well sometimes the Converse trainers and expletives were a bit much) or how she smoked with the young girls while her peers drank tea in a circle saying the rosary. No, just by being herself.