What more could an old girl ask for?

There’s a new man in my life.

It started off pretty casual, an on / off thing, around last Spring. You know, the odd meal, a quick snatched fifteen minutes now and then… sometimes twenty… if I could fit him in.

But I just wasn’t committed.  These things take thought and careful consideration. However recently, lets just say things have moved on.

I try and spend time with him at least for a brief session five times a week.  This month we have pre-arranged assignations every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I’m a pretty good cook, but he helps me in the kitchen too! What a star!

He leaves me hot and sweaty. He leaves me replete.

And I feel so good about myself!

What more could an old girl ask for?!

Let’s just say, there’s more to come on this subject…

 

 

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The Man

In response to today’s Daily Prompt:  Cling

 

In the blink of an eye, those days vanished.  Days when you would cling to me; hold my hand, sit upon my knee, fall asleep in my arms. You needed my time… time that was never precious, it was your time; time willingly given.

I cling to those memories, a million diamonds shining in my heart, my head.

And now the time is coming, to let go and look towards a future where I watch, a proud spectator, as the world becomes your oyster. I will watch as the man steps out into the unknown, and if you fall, I will be there, for you to cling to.

I will always be there for the man… the man who will always be my boy.

 

A Parasite Called Complacency

Determination is back in da house!

Complacency can find a new gaff to dwell in. Notice has been served and she’s out on her ear. Evicted!

Parasitic complacency. Slowly absorbing determination, growing by the day. Trust me, you don’t know you have a parasite until you see the effects. Determination all absorbed and digested, complacency is sated as she settles under the skin… wrapping herself around the waist, hips, thighs.

Without a doubt I have taken my eye off the ball.  Actually I think I may have eaten the ball, and definitely all the pies, cakes, crisps, chocolate…

Oh yes, its that old chestnut (yep I ate those too)… my weight. Those of you who know me will groan… yes I can hear you from here; but you will know this is a constant struggle for me. And boy I could go on and on and on about it.  At some point I am sure I will… write about the weight demons weighing me down… oooooohhhhh see what I did there? HOWEVER now is not the time, now is a time for positivity…

… determination.

And this is not about New Year’s resolutions… I don’t ‘do’ New Year resolutions.  I believe there is a moment when you know things need to change, take control or take back the control. That moment can be at any time of year.  That moment sometimes takes a long time to find it’s ‘moment’. And sometimes…

… your jeans are a bit too tight on 31 December and you say enough is enough, grab a pen,  write that eviction notice, hand it to the parasite and boot her out.

Precious Marble Days

Dark days.

Black granite days, marbled with tiny flecks.

Flashes of precious light.

Light in a velvet smooth darkness.

Innumerable days.

But days eclipsed,

by light days.

The flecks blanching the black.

Turning granite days into

White marble days.

Blinding, shimmering.

Precious days of light.

And for a few turns of the hand,

Granite hardly existed.

Only as threads of grey,

In fleeting,

pure alabaster marble moments.

Flashes that will stay,

To ignite the soul when

Granite days return.