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I'm seeing platinum blonde--not a ditzy platinum, but powerful. She wears that hair as a signal. Reminds me of a talk I heard years ago by a female archeologist who said, "Honey it's not facepaint, it's war paint."
I deserve to have things in my world go better than they have been lately. It is really dificult to go through life trying to shed the shackles of having previously been linked to an abuser. You'd think after 10 years of being divorced, I'd have a chance to breathe--to enjoy my freedom, but NOOOOOOO he just keeps pounding away from afar... pounding pounding pounding. I will not and cannot let him win. My daughters deserve to see their mom as a survivor and survive we will. Funny how a minute of writing can make you feel better.
She had this sinking feeling... the one that start in the pit of your stomach and rises to your throat--the knot gets bigger and tighter as it rises. She knew in an instant that everything she had ever hoped for her life would never come true. The text message on his phone read, "can't wait to see you, i have a very special surprise for you tonight."
Funny that the word today is poison. My mind is feeling poisoned by my office. Tired of being taken for granted, tired of not being respected. Need to get this poison out of my system to focus on what's important, my family, my beach time. Feeling better already. Breathing, breathing. Focused and coming back into the moment. Thanks OneWord!
Succeed--How to Succeed in Business? How do you measure success? At the end of the day, I'll measure success by the lives I've touched--by the people I've helped along the way. To succeed, at the end of the day, is not about the material goods--it's trite but true, you can't take it with you. You CAN take good karma with you and that would be success.
She is the one who always has the answers, but the question is, are they the right ones? Takes me back to the day at the Natural History museum in Washington, DC where I overheard this conversation. Wife: Wow, this pendulum is really cool. I wonder how it works: Husband (in all sincerity) That is why it is here. It's one of the seven wonders of the world, and no on understands why it does what it does....
She was boiling. When I say boiling, I mean really pissed off. How many times had she begged him to stop stalking her? To stop driving by her house 20 times a day? To stop calling every five minutes. This was really the end of her rope. Time to take charge. Time to put an end to this bs.
I love to wade in the shallow muddy waters at the creeks edge. The silt on the bottom is silky and cool against my feet. Baby tadpoles swarm around my ankles and it makes me giggle. I want to return to this place not the place of the day with the stress and frustration--a simpler, happier time.
The train was pulling away from the station and we were filled with aniticpation. This is was our first trip to Broadway--the Great White way. Growing up I had dreamed of "the city" but never imagined we'd actually get there. I pictured myself sitting in the audience, hearing the sound of the taps as the dancers performed a beautifully choreographed piece.
I picutre myself in a limo. Stepping out, long legs, tanned and perfectly smooth. Slowly uncoiling like a snake dangerous, quiet lurking. My dress shimmers in the lights as my body emerges into the snap and pop of the camera--papparzii. My opening night.
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