"The world is my oyster,”
we cling to that phrase, as we wiggle our fannies, pinched into a tight shimmery gold miniskirt and black tube top that gently scoops down the small of our back, gyrating our way into the New Year at the Club. Spike heels spin us into
"I’m going to be a fabulous success,"
"I’ll marry rich,"
"be infamous in my career,"
"take the world by storm!"…
and then we turn 22
32
42
52
62 years old
Did things turn out the way we expected?
Do we continue to revel into the Next Year, as though we have nothing to lose?
Where did that sparkle and shine disappear to?
Why haven’t things turned out the way we thought, KNEW, interpreted...clearly understanding we ARE the exception. The one who will be a success.
Occasionally we run into someone who’s life turned out like THAT. They have:
a fantastic relationship,
career to die for,
perfectly behaved kids,
enviable house,
vacations in exotic lands,
drive the dream car,
own a dog that doesn’t bite or barf on the couch (nor shed so much you appear to be a bear standin when leaving the house)
But that isn’t us, the Usual Suspects.
Making our way in the world, as though surprised when things do actually pan out.
Then again, it’s a New Year.
2016
With as much promise as when we were 22 again.
Right?
It is OUR year.
Our fantasy life come true.
The time everything shifts and turns around.
If you don’t believe it,
pay attention to the wind blowing thru the trees, the crunch of ice under your feet, a smile coming across the phone, turn of a skirt on your leg, images of warmth and goodness that scan your thoughts.
The world is your oyster, this time, REALLY!
Happy New Year!