Why Am I Attractive?

Today's vain post brought to you by coffee from the Daily Grind. On the way to said coffee shop, as I walked down Main Street, I thought to myself, "I look pretty good." I don't always feel I look good, but fairly often I do. This time, my appreciation of my own beauty was heightened by the fact that it's a perfect day out--70 degrees, sunny, nary a cloud to be seen. I felt so good about myself that I kept my head high and didn't glance in a single shop window to see my own reflection. By this point, you're thinking that the end of this story is my tripping and falling into a great big mud puddle, and that would be poetic justice, I admit. Somehow, however, I made it to DG, got my small Turtle, and made my way back. As I walked back to work, though, my musing changed. Having already digested the fact that I looked attractive, I began to wonder: why? Why am I attractive? It's a puzzle. I know the largest part of it has to do with my being a woman, but I still don't quite get it. Baffling.

Negative Voices

A woman can tend to hear--and absorb--negative voices with great sensitivity. They can affect her like a blast of cold air that tightens the lungs, making it difficult to breathe. Often, we do not realize until later the impact these voices and thoughts have had, not only on our attitude but also on our ideas! We might make judgments whose rationale is directly influenced by a negative opinion we have received. It can prove very difficult to weight the positive voice equally once our outlook has been poisoned by negativity. (How many times, for instance, have you noticed that your words of comfort to a depressed woman seem to fall on deaf ears?) It can take quite a while to recover. When you do recover, however, you are able to see a new world, almost. It's a world that has so many more possibilities--possibilities which may prove an intense challenge but which do not disappear into the "never" land, never to be seen or heard from again. All women need to recognize the negative visions they have imbibed, especially examining the way in which these visions have impacted their deepest, most hidden desires. How many desires have you squelched for the sake of somebody else's NONsense?

Found A Great Blog!

I just found a great new blog entitled The Magdalene Sisters and wish to share it with you all (however many or few you may be). They definitely update more often than we do on this one! :)

Full Bloom

What is a woman in full bloom like? Readiness, perfection, fragrance, magnetism. It is the hard part, done. It is the time-tested cake recipe, come out of the oven, out of the pan, sheared, frosted, and ready to drink in. She just goes and does, fears not, but walks in authenticity. Does anyone really know what the woman in full bloom is like? Who can describe her? She is the tree-ripened peach, in a world in which people neither grow their own fruit nor experience it unadulterated. She is not out of reach, yet just out of grasp. She loves!

Stop Ugly Boots Now!

These boots are made for UGLY / and that's just what they do. / One of these days these super ugly boots will make me spew!