I will not give up!

Okay ladies.
Here it is -
the Truth:

Women can do anything a man can - even better.*

*except when building ridiculous IKEA furniture
 














All I did was open the box, shift it's position and-
I find myself with a pulled muscle or something.

My "I am woman - hear me roar" - took off running.
I let a box and a bag full of screws, nails and little round silver things get the best of me.

Ladies this is just another adventure in the life of a single woman.
Ha!
Do not despair!

As you can see I eventually built the damn thing!

with the help of my only male constant: Pop (grandpa)

So, don't give up!
Roll up your sleeves - stretch (you'll thank me later)
Just jump right in - that's the only way to do it.

Oh and my pulled muscle and I survived intact.
Ain't it purty?

namaste.

Shift into Drive

Another week closer to starting school.
I've never been in a bigger rush to end and start a new month.
My life is ready to discover what is on the other side -
of the mountain that has been the last years.

I'm ready and prepared for a break.
Life has led me to the bottom, up again and has dragged me to the bottom again.
Now I have dusted myself off -
I'm ready to face the world on my terms.

So thank you.
Second chances are rare occurrences.
Though my heart remains bruised -
it is well worth it.

For the first time in a really, really long time,
I have shifted gears.
Neutral is falling behind as I roll -
into drive, forward, onward.

End. Only to begin again.

namaste.

Extended thoughts...

Loneliness.
I did not think I would become reacquainted with it so quickly.

Why would I?
I mean, I was single for 5 years and only started feeling lonely by the 5th year.
So, what's the difference?

Age.

I was in my early twenties back then and so were my friends.
It was fun being single.
I always had someone to go out and party with.


And yet.
Here I am - contemplating and speculating:
How long will it be this time around?

I am part of a dying breed.
Our numbers are dwindling as of now.
We must find each other.

Its a different kind of Hunger Games.

namaste.