Your Sweet♥~
Linda Ser.
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Smiling to herself as she sat at the table waiting for him to bring back the drinks. She relaxed back in her chair and gazed out of the window to the cold June day that caused the trees to dance wildy in the wind. She thought about what she had learned, who she once was and who she had now become. She now had a job that she loved, wonderful people whom she knew so true and felt confident within herself to reach for what she wanted.
She was a woman who made mistakes, who sometimes cried on a Monday morning or at night alone in bed. She was a woman who often became bored with her life and found it hard to get up for work. She was a woman who more often than not had a bad hair day, who looked in the mirror and wondered why she couldn't just drag herself to the gym; she was a woman who sometimes questioned what reason had she to live on this planet. She was a woman who sometimes just got things wrong.
On the other hand, she was a woman with a million happy memories, who knew what it was like to experience true love and who was ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories. Whether it happened in ten months or ten years, she would just obey the final message. Whatever lay ahead, she knew she would open her heart and follow where it led her.
In the meantime, she would just live.
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Music ♥
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Sparkle of Life
I'm still on my journey, Mum, still caught in that in-between stage of life where I've just arrived from somewhere, have left it well and truly behind and I'm now finding my way towards something new. I suppose what I'm trying to say is that my mind isn't settled yet. People around me know where they want to be. I've learned that life isn't just like this. I can make myself look as confident as I can, slap on tonnes of makeup, challenge myself to the world outside, but the truth is that I know I don't want to stay like this for ever. It's like I'm waiting at the train station, busking to make a few moolahs, just enough to catch the next train out of here. And, of course, the most important thing to me is my family. Everywhere I am with them should feel like home, but it doesn't because it's up to me to make them feel the same way.
I have to set up my own life. I need to do that because I don't see any Prince Charmings coming along to rescue me. Fairy tales are such evil little stories for young children. Everytime I'm in a mess I expect a long-haired posh speaking man to come trotting into my life (on a horse, of course, not literally trotting himself). Then I realised I don't want a man trotting into my life because men are the ones who put me in the bloody mess in the first place.
I'm missing something. That special 'sparkle' that life is supposed to bring.
