PONDER :: I live no better than I think.
In A Lather
ENERGY (DOWN THE DRAIN) :: The photo below is of me and my pal Leah Morrigan, the men’s image consultant. HIMBO! readers will recall that Leah’s the one who declared I – and you – don’t look good in black. In this photo taken last month we’re at the launch party for the cool new magazine PRODUCT (thanks for the upcoming interview in your November issue, PRODUCT!) Leah’s sharp and funny and won’t mind me talking about her Continue Reading…
Not A Match
RETHINK :: As a person who knows many people but has kept just a small circle of friends (sorry Facebook), I’ve come to understand some things about the transitory nature of the friendships we can have, regardless of numbers. This has meant having to discard my old habits of thought on the subject of friendship. Continue Reading…
LoA & The Big House
IT’S IN THE BAG :: Often I play a game with myself called “That’s for me”. I play it when I’m out for a run, a walk, in a shop, with friends, anywhere any time when I spot something I like. “That’s for me,” I say to myself in between thoughts. Perhaps I will have spied great energy between two friends or a couple; “that’s for me” is my way of standing at the buffet of the Universe with my plate out telling the server I’d like a serving of the same, please. Continue Reading…
Feel Good Friday
Annnd the word that best describes the week gone by: JUGGLE. Here is what I’m loving about it as I look back, all balls still in the air:
★ I got to visit with an old friend yesterday who in in from out of town. I love how we always just pick up right where we left off as though no time’s gone by. At the same time, a new friend I got along famously with during our recent time together but parted without exchanging contact info. Continue Reading…
Best Shape Of My 40′s
LOSING IT :: Isn’t the journey to having a body you love a long one? All my life I’ve been tall and skinny – and that was never good enough. In my 20′s and early thirties I tried to change by putting on muscle, working harder at the gym than a hooker at rent time. I had a trainer, I drank the shakes and powders, the works – stopping short of steroids. Admittedly I looked great. But keeping the “new me” up? Exhausting.
Especially now that I realize my efforts those years had been more about what others thought of me Continue Reading…
