So if life is a song, then I'm singing, like a lark, if only I knew how a lark actually sang. I don't know how a lark does it, but it's my guess that's I'm not far off. I've knocked off 10'', and that is a milestone. I'm taking in 10'' off everything, yey yippe yey! How can life be so good suddenly when the prognosis was so bleak looking just 36 hours ago. But I am not complaining, maybe as a friend of mine used to say, there is a time for everyone. So many plans materialising, life is good right now and I'm making the most of it. I just need a major overhaul by my nail technician, a good hair blow-dry and I'll be good, as good as it gets. I'm thinking, I'm becoming terribly expensive to keep, but who cares anyway. My cats have the best food available, best water, best care, best toys to play with, loads of love to go around. They are my first priority, so if they're well cared for I can afford to go the extra mile with myself. It's really my party and I'm not crying.... no way.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Angels
So much has been happening I have not been able to come back here sooner. I am 34 and wiser after all. Sometimes you have to have a fluke health scare to remind you of how good life is. Although really I could have done without the scare, it was scary, very scary and I thought it would be the end. And here I was thinking I am not scared of death... well I am, and I want to live. And it's only when you feel as sick as ever that you realise that. Thankfully, I am as right as rain now. It's as if nothing ever happened, but July 29 will be forever etched in my mind, not in a nice way. I never realised the warnings of withdrawal symptoms and never ever thought that cold turkey was something that could happen to the likes of us. It just sounded something for drug addicts, but no it can happen to anyone, and I've never touched recreational drugs in my whole life. Ok maybe cigarettes are drugs as well, but the accepted kind. And you realise that maybe there is a God after all, although we sometimes put him away in the closet and forget about Him. Then He comes crushing onto you with a vengeance. Funny this thing called life. Even funnier are these things called angels, who do not come as tiny bare bottomed cherubs
playing flutes and harps. They come in human form nowadays, sporting jeans, a designer shirt and classy specs. They also have designer watches and are groomed to perfection. They also have the patience of a saint. They're the modern day version of angels, but still angels, and I am so thankful for that. Really I should never grumble again, I have been touched by another angel, and this has been happening in my life forever. At my lowest point, bang comes one of these white-lighted creatures to relieve my distress. Beautiful, then life suddenly doesn't seem difficult anymore, but easy, you just have to lean on the angel and accept the help. You also say to yourself, this can't be happening, but in the same way as bad things happen in life, well so do good ones. It all reminds me of my good friend Chiara, there really are people who promise to be...'Your angel in your darkest night'. Good one Chiara, you seemed a trifle dreamy there, but I have to give it to you, you're totally right girl. I wonder what she's doing now expecting her baby, it's somewhat daunting this baby business, it's a 'let's have a baby' thing as in 'let's go on a shopping spree', but babies need so much care and round the clock attention. I like babies, they're nice, but I wouldn't know what to do with one except stare at such miraculous beauty. Babies are beautiful, their skin is so smooth, excellent complexion, no wrinkles, tiny and fragile. Pity that we don't know all this when we're babies ourself. I'd have been so proud of being small back then I suppose, and I was smaller than most. Difficult to believe but true, I was just the size of my cat, that's all, with silky hair, skin to die for, long eyelashes.... doesn't every model dream of that? And we don't even remember. But our mums do and stare at us in disbellief as the odd grey hair is fighting to emerge. Well at 34 and no grey I'm lucky. And no wrinkles, thanking my dad's side for that. I sometimes see people my age who look old and haggard, wonder how they do it.
So I'm sitting here wondering in thankful disbelief how bad it was just 36 hours ago and how good it is just 36 hours later. And I can only thank one very special angel for that. True he doesn't go bare bottomed (which is maybe a pity), wear jeans and immaculate shirts, does not play harps or flutes, but is the angel of all times, and for that I am thankful, very very thankful.
playing flutes and harps. They come in human form nowadays, sporting jeans, a designer shirt and classy specs. They also have designer watches and are groomed to perfection. They also have the patience of a saint. They're the modern day version of angels, but still angels, and I am so thankful for that. Really I should never grumble again, I have been touched by another angel, and this has been happening in my life forever. At my lowest point, bang comes one of these white-lighted creatures to relieve my distress. Beautiful, then life suddenly doesn't seem difficult anymore, but easy, you just have to lean on the angel and accept the help. You also say to yourself, this can't be happening, but in the same way as bad things happen in life, well so do good ones. It all reminds me of my good friend Chiara, there really are people who promise to be...'Your angel in your darkest night'. Good one Chiara, you seemed a trifle dreamy there, but I have to give it to you, you're totally right girl. I wonder what she's doing now expecting her baby, it's somewhat daunting this baby business, it's a 'let's have a baby' thing as in 'let's go on a shopping spree', but babies need so much care and round the clock attention. I like babies, they're nice, but I wouldn't know what to do with one except stare at such miraculous beauty. Babies are beautiful, their skin is so smooth, excellent complexion, no wrinkles, tiny and fragile. Pity that we don't know all this when we're babies ourself. I'd have been so proud of being small back then I suppose, and I was smaller than most. Difficult to believe but true, I was just the size of my cat, that's all, with silky hair, skin to die for, long eyelashes.... doesn't every model dream of that? And we don't even remember. But our mums do and stare at us in disbellief as the odd grey hair is fighting to emerge. Well at 34 and no grey I'm lucky. And no wrinkles, thanking my dad's side for that. I sometimes see people my age who look old and haggard, wonder how they do it.
So I'm sitting here wondering in thankful disbelief how bad it was just 36 hours ago and how good it is just 36 hours later. And I can only thank one very special angel for that. True he doesn't go bare bottomed (which is maybe a pity), wear jeans and immaculate shirts, does not play harps or flutes, but is the angel of all times, and for that I am thankful, very very thankful.
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