As I skip along my healing path, being present, living in the moment (yes, I have been reading The Power of Now, and yes, I am a healing cliché), I know I shouldn’t have checked, that there was nothing to be gained by knowing. But… well, I have no good reason, I just got curious: it’s been nearly six months since I have been well enough to see any friends or family (well, apart from my husband, obviously, or that would just be weird). And, as I knew would be the case, knowing this has not helped me in any way. But, too late, I know.
I have missed birthday lunches with my girlfriends. I have missed Friday evening drinks and loud laughing – probably too loud for others close by – with friends as we let in the weekend fun. I have missed weekends away. I have missed family celebrations. Continue reading →
Stella Vine. Holy water cannot help you now, a painting of Kate Moss. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
‘Oh, I’m so boring these days…’ seems to be a confession that is shared by many a friend. And although I hate to admit it, I fear I am boring too (I know, you’re struggling to imagine this).
These confessions are invariably volunteered as we reminisce about our wild and crazy youth. (Yes, we are now of an age where we reminisce.) There was a stage in my life in my late twenties when ‘partying’ was an important and regular part of socialising. I was single, and had a group of single friends always up for a good night out – or as we would say, single and ready to mingle!
Saturday night was the big night and involved getting glammed up: high heels, Continue reading →