There is a perfume called "Beauty". As you may have picked up, "Beauty" is one of my favourite words. I like to see beauty in people . I look for beauty in the world. I find beauty whenever I look (well maybe not at the airport X ray machines!). And if I don't see it, I look again. It's always there.
So when I saw the perfume on the shelf, I felt compelled to try it. I desperately wanted to like it."Beauty". It's kind of like a promise the product is making. Who doesnt get lured in by that promise? Who doesn't want that?
As a rule, I don’t wear perfume, I tend to go for natural smells. I don’t mean sweat or pee, but you know what I mean, natural and light fragrances. Perfumes are often laced with a strong alcohol smell that I find overwhelming, so I tend to steer clear.
So I sauntered over to the glitzy counter and took a squirt.
I am wearing it now, and I have to say I rather like it.
Do any of you know it? Any of you wear it? What do you think?
If any of you are out at the weekend, pop by the counter and have a whiff. Let me know.
As I sit here now, I am liking it, yet I am trying to distinguish between wanting to like it and really liking it.
I will let you know.
This is a tough one and my brain might just be playing tricks on me!
After the gym
You may have picked up from some recent posts, that I am currently going to the gym a lot. It is a great way to alleviate, much of the frustration that I am currently experiencing, due to my move.
Well today, I had the luxury, of going to the gym with a buddy.
We went to a crazy kick boxing class, one that is coordinated to dance. It was particularly entertaining. Lots of kicking, punching and sweating. Don't think I have ever done a class to Metallica before!
The class was during lunch, so afterwards is a quick shower and rush back to your desk, whilst hoping the red face recovers quickly. Its a mad dash, but a great way to spend your lunch hour.
Today after the shower, I had an alopecia moment. One that was highly amusing.
My friend was all showered and dressed but had soaking wet hair. She was running late and was not yet ready to get going.
It was then that I turned around, after putting my wig on and said, "I bet you wish you had alopecia, it would save you time and your hair would always look this good."
She clearly found this amusing and we both laughed out loud. A silly moment, Full of truth.
It's great to have fun with being bald and even better, making people feel jealous and wish they had it, even for a few seconds!!
Well today, I had the luxury, of going to the gym with a buddy.
We went to a crazy kick boxing class, one that is coordinated to dance. It was particularly entertaining. Lots of kicking, punching and sweating. Don't think I have ever done a class to Metallica before!
The class was during lunch, so afterwards is a quick shower and rush back to your desk, whilst hoping the red face recovers quickly. Its a mad dash, but a great way to spend your lunch hour.
Today after the shower, I had an alopecia moment. One that was highly amusing.
My friend was all showered and dressed but had soaking wet hair. She was running late and was not yet ready to get going.
It was then that I turned around, after putting my wig on and said, "I bet you wish you had alopecia, it would save you time and your hair would always look this good."
She clearly found this amusing and we both laughed out loud. A silly moment, Full of truth.
It's great to have fun with being bald and even better, making people feel jealous and wish they had it, even for a few seconds!!
Ghosts
Everywhere I look, I recognize people. But it can't be. What would "they" be doing here, when "they" live and work 6000 km away?
Yet on first glance, "they" look like "them". Is it my mind playing tricks on me? Is it me wishing "they" were "them"? Is it part of the change process? Is it normal?
Either way it's mean.
I like "they" and am happy to be amongst them. But the other "them" are clearly part of my brain and are not leaving me. Maybe I am not leaving "them" or letting them go.
So I have termed these people ghosts, friendly ghosts. I think "they" are just checking up on me to see if I am ok.
Now every time I see one of these friendly ghosts. I say "Hi" and thank them for popping over the Atlantic to check up on me, I then tell them I am fine, so that they can go back to where they live. In peace.
I imagine when "they" are gone, I will miss them, but I have a sense that "they" are not going to leave me any time soon.
That's ok, I am not ready to lose them just yet. It's nice to have you with me for a little while longer.
Yet on first glance, "they" look like "them". Is it my mind playing tricks on me? Is it me wishing "they" were "them"? Is it part of the change process? Is it normal?
Either way it's mean.
I like "they" and am happy to be amongst them. But the other "them" are clearly part of my brain and are not leaving me. Maybe I am not leaving "them" or letting them go.
So I have termed these people ghosts, friendly ghosts. I think "they" are just checking up on me to see if I am ok.
Now every time I see one of these friendly ghosts. I say "Hi" and thank them for popping over the Atlantic to check up on me, I then tell them I am fine, so that they can go back to where they live. In peace.
I imagine when "they" are gone, I will miss them, but I have a sense that "they" are not going to leave me any time soon.
That's ok, I am not ready to lose them just yet. It's nice to have you with me for a little while longer.
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