A day of reckoning...

Somtimes we allow people to get the better of us. They seem to catch you when your defences are down and once they have a foothold into your psyche they just keep chiselling away at your self confidence. I realised I was falling victim to this and decided that today is the day of reckoning...

I will not let that 22 year old prissy little office tart impose her will on me. So, by just making the decision and recognising what she is doing, I have taken that first step. Now all I need to do is find a nail to stick in her tire, glue to stick her hands to her keyboard and maybe top it off with a little stripper in her shampoo (so that we can see just how fake her blonde hair really is).

Now that would have been the old me. Instead, I will be going for public humilliation. Okay, so I do need to work on my skills a bit but at least I can laugh about it now, even though it may be psychotic laughter)...

Here is to being just a little mad, not taking ourselves too seriously and entering the padded cell once in a while. It prevents us from spinning into that rut. So, visualise doing all the things you want but then take a step back and compare yourself to Glen Close (in Fatal Attraction) and laugh at how crazy you can be.

Laughter is good medicine...so take a healthy dose if crazy and then top it off with a double dose of belly laughter...and mail me in the morning.

To be missed

Today I heard about the loss of a friend of mine. I don’t think it matters whether or not you speak daily or haven’t spoken in ages, whether your last words were spoken in anger or whether you never fought – the loss of someone you call or called your friend affect each person closely.

Death doesn’t affect me physically. I don’t cry and I don’t think you would find me amongst a group of mourners. However, my mind takes me to the last time I saw or spoke to the person and then on a journey of our time together – good over bad times. Anthea was a spirited person and she loved life and those are two things I will remember her for.

As a child you hear about death and see it happen to ‘old’ people. As a child you know that you are safe from it and so are your friends, or so you believe because as a child you are taught that the natural order of things is that you are born, you grow up, you grow old and only then do you die. But when do you become ‘old’ enough to die and when is ‘old enough to die’. The answer is…when it is.

Love whole-heartedly. Live passionately. Regret – never.