Questions of interpretation

A good friend of mine shared a lovely life wisdom with me yesterday. It goes like this: "Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, wine in the other, totally worn out and screaming 'WOOO HOOOOO what a ride!'"


I loved it! How authentic, strong and sexy!


Until today. When the truth came from my Dear Boss' mouth: I have obviously very successfully lived by this very motto.

We are looking together the "Who is Who" picture gallery of our work colleagues. Suddenly my photo appears. Pause. I hold my breath, silently congratulating myself of a surprisingly well-chosen photo - I actually look Happy. And tanned! Waiting for the gentleman compliment what do I hear instead? A Spontaneous, Hearty, Cruel laughter accompanied with: "What the Hell is this - taken 10 years ago or what?!!" 

The little bustard. I have to bite my tongue for not replying: "No, just before starting working for YOU".

Oh well, not to take too seriously Sisters. The capital is elsewhere as we all know. Life before husbands in crises, house renovations, 10 month long sleep deprivation, house loans and other complicated life arrangements May have been wrinkle free..But so much lacking flavour..


She says while reaching for the glass of Chateuneuf du Pape.


To the Girls!


P.S

Inside every older person is a younger person -- wondering what the hell happened.    ~ Cora Harvey Armstrong ~