Sitting on a Friday evening having a somewhat lonely glass of wine. One glass of Prisoner is enough to enjoy. Cough! Cough!
Thinking about my birthday ( next week) and what to expect at 39. I think it’s a midlife crisis. F&@! I am already at midlife! If it is, then all I say is better now than later!
39 must be a turning point for other women too. I have one child, but do I want another? Tick! Tick! Tick! Anyone under 35 years of age, I want you to know that the clock gets really loud really quickly!
My gut feeling is that at this point in my life, I should be able to manifest anything I want.
Right here! Right now!
If I don’t know what I want now, then when? When are we, somewhat imperfect yet Purrfect women, sure of who we are and what we want?
I don’t believe that winging it works. Over the last few months I have heard too many people tell me how they are successfully ( conjuring) manifesting everything they want.
Bollocks! Talk is cheap.
I recognize the dissatisfaction and confusion. I feel it too.
Or do I? Actually the more I let go, the more natural everything seems.
Don’t live in a fantasy. Life is a fantasy. Both statements contradict each other but they are true. This might sound better. Life is your soap opera so you are writing your own script.
Go dictate the script rather than have someone else tell you want it is supposed to be!