In the beautiful sunshine and heat, a girlfriend and I grabbed some bevies
Our favorite walk was definitely the one that took us over rocky terrain and along the cliffs.
There’s this thing that happens…when you think about something for too long. It becomes the only thing you think about. It takes on a life of it’s own. So what you need to do is take that thing – whether it be a person, an event, a job, whatever – take that thing and say. “F**k it!”
You can only be worried and thinking about it for so long. Take it and put it in a tiny box in your brain and forget about it. Trust that it will turn out for the best, or that you can whether the storm if that’s what it becomes.
We only have so much control and so much say over the events in our lives and the actions of others.
I say that we choose to smile and let live.
That means let ourselves live and trust that those people/events will be as they should.
Kiss. The kiss.
Lips touch and universes are born. That’s how kisses should be.
They can be tender. Passionate. Desperate.
Gentle. Rough. Playful.
Romantic. Soft.
But whatever they are, whatever you make them, make them moments when two people come together for a brief moment in time.
Make them moments that freeze a heartbeat.
Make them moments when universes are born. Even if only for just one brief second.
Go kiss someone.
It signals the end of summer and the return to reality. But we can all just ignore that, right?
Use it as an excuse to spend time with friends, having a cold bevy *alcoholic or not* and being a bit silly, just for kicks.
That’s what I’m doing with one of my best girlfriends. Getting all silly…I mean, er, no, we’re totally serious.
Many people, most really, when they first meet me are surprised to learn about the raging nerd I am.
Sci-fi anything and I love it *B5, BSG, Doctor Who, Firefly, Star Trek, Star Wars, etc. etc.*
Post-apocalyptic, and you’ve got me transfixed.
RPG table top games, and I’m running two Firefly seasons.
Board games, and I’m parked at a table.
There is little end to my geekdom.
Then someone looks at me and says, “Wow Jo, you’re such a nerd.”
And I think, “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
I believe in heroes. I believe in strength and the will to succeed against dire odds. I believe we can all be more than we are. I believe that humanity has a hope and will get better. I believe that even in the worst situations our better parts will survive. I believe that there is magic in the universe. I believe that we will travel the stars. I believe. I hope. That’s sci-fi and that’s fantasy.
So ya, I’m a nerd.
Languorous stretching.
Laziness.
Breathing deeply.
Smiling.
Soaking in the heat.
Let’s all do that today.
Let’s wallow in the glory that is the summer, and the beauty that is the heat of another’s body close to you.
Who doesn’t love being a little cheeky? A little coy and innocent on the outside but a tempest of wit and salaciousness inside?
Enter the French brand, Lochers. Because who else does the cheeky innocent better than the French.
My girl started school last Thursday. *Thank you to everyone who has shown such support through emails, tweets, and comments. It’s so wonderful to have you as part of the extended family* I wasn’t there for the first ever drop off, as I was at an audition. But Andrew dropped her off. She didn’t want to go. She resisted going into class, and eventually, when everyone was inside, he had to place her in class and just close the door. When he left she was sitting in a corner sucking her thumb.
But when we picked her up, she was happy and smiling, and told us excitedly about the things that she did that day. The teacher told us she was right into everything and had no problems.
Then the next morning came. I had to drop her off by myself. She didn’t want to leave the house – hiding under a blanket for protection. I had to threaten her : go to school, or sit in your room all day. She went to school. Cried on the way there, cried when I tried to take her to her class. Hid behind me. I had to slowly push her towards the door over a period of five minutes, until she was just inside then I had to leave quickly. My last sight of her that morning was her crying after me.
Picking her up, she had a great day again. Went to the library, played, again the teacher said a fabulous day.
So this is what gets me. She has great days, but cries and doesn’t want to go in the morning.
*Sigh*
*Double sigh*