In a shamefully libidinous call for attention, I chose whorish purple as the color of choice for my mani-pedi at Avanti Nails & Spa. Unfortunately, just two days later, the deep purple proceeded to peel, reducing my allure to cheap slut. Why is it that no matter how hard I try, I look like a hot mess?
I've learned from experience that a big ol' void in your heart can quite easily be filled with food; at least temporarily. And while my listless heart languishes from limited love possibilities, my tastebuds never seem to lack vast mouth-watering options to satiate my soul.
I rolled outta bed at the ungodly hour of 6am for a 7:45am call-time at ABC Studios to be an audience member at Live With Kelly. I felt groggy but nonetheless excited for this particular Indie Date because it seems like forever since last being on a TV set. Fun! But all that excitement diminished as the day proceeded and I began to feel more like an unpaid extra rather than someone there to be entertained.
It was like reverting back to the womb. Every movement was supported by breath and the cocoon-like embrace of the aerial hammock which allowed for total surrender. It felt safe to relax; one on life's pleasures that I tend to neglect. It compassionately reminded me of my struggle to be fully present in the moment, breathe deeply and give my mind a break from solving the world's problems. My muscles were coerced into relaxation, promising greater ease and freedom of movement.
