Taking Time: To Check In

Okay, so it's time for a little update.  I've come back from a lovely vacation and need to catch up a bit on my much neglected writing.  While I have many projects on the go, profiles of my gurus, a voracious bucket list and the like, perhaps it's time for something a little less formal.

A wise friend once told me, don't tell me what you're going to be up to if there's no follow through.  Something about being a tease....and I wonder why I'm single.  :)

So here it is, I'm taking time to check in.  I'm hanging up the carefully constructed prose for a while and bringing my personality to the blogosphere and I gather from some feedback that I've left a couple things wanting for some closure.

First, my delicious French biscuit, Daveed. Nothing here has changed and that is absolutely perfect by me.  We spend time together, we coax each others egos, we flirt terribly, we laugh and we send each other back into the world with a smile.  It's more giggles 'n cuddles than fire 'n trysts. It isn't anything more than that and yet it is absolute perfection. 

Second reaching out to the ex last month.....  Liz!  Learn your own lessons woman!  Mulligan's work best in a game of pool, or golf, or just about any other sport outside of tonsil hockey.  Leave the ex's to fester in EX-ile where you sent them.  And try not to forget that no matter easy on the eyes they may be, they're probably just as hard on the heart as they ever were.

Oh and on that note, all the nuclear stress tests were worth it and it turns out that I don't have heart disease!  Yea!  Oh even better, I'm not just a head case (which was a very real concern, obviously).  Double Yea!!  No, my friends,  I lay up at night with insomnia writing my masterpieces of verbal diarrhea due to a nasty case of esophagitis (translation:  mind-numbing, side-splitting heart-burn).  Which left unmanaged could lead into a rather aggressive form of cancer, but hey, the good news is that it is totally manageable with diet.  Not my heart, not my head and totally manageable!  Now there's the hat trick I was hoping for!!! Whoohoo!

Wait a minute....what do I have to give up to manage it?    Oh for starters, chocolate.  Shite!  And while I'm at it, apparently I might want to avoid spicy food.  Double Shite!!  And I should trade in wine for water.  Triple Shite!!!!   And lastly, I should avoid coffee at all costs.  MOTHER%@#@#$%!!!!!!!   People are going to die!!!  (At the time of writing, I am desperately seeking a second opinion whilst I flirt with disaster and watch others at Starbucks enjoying my treasured venti skinny vanilla lattes.)

So there we have it kids.  I'm 40, am not getting frisky with Frenchies or exes, am not having any more flavorful food, no more chocolate, no more wine and absolutely no coffee.  One might think I'm not having any more fun.  Think again my friends!!!  I am still on a voracious mission and am having a ball switching things up a bit.  Going to get my sizable derriere back into the gym so I can soak up some endorphins and use that high in delighting myself in new people, new opportunities and this unbelievable gift of life.  

By the way, my very last marble from the pretty little jar that my friend gave me, by pure coincidence of fate, was "Love".  As luck has it, I am pretty spoiled as it is when it comes to love.  Perhaps not in romantic love at the moment, but I am ridiculously blessed with family and friends all around me who make my life so rich.  So I decided to gift my little marble to someone who I knew was going through a crisis of love and could really use a boast to her sense of optimism.  You know what happened?  It worked!  Though that marble was received by my friend with gratitude, that gratitude was also tempered by the clouds of despair and defeat that had been circling her relationship of 3 years and threatening to break her heart.  I don't think either one of us really believed that the little marble had any special powers to change things for her, but somehow, as luck would have it, that very day, she gathered her strength and topped off the day with a watershed conversation with her beloved and they managed to bridge all the challenges they were experiencing and express to each other a renewed and emboldened commitment to each other.    The gift in return of seeing my friend's spirits buoy filled me with more cheer than I ever would have if I had kept that silly marble for myself.  It was the last and most extraordinary gift of delight that the pretty little jar of marbles ever gave me.

There was a profound lesson in that for me.  If we cannot use all the gifts that we have been blessed with, others may be able to put them to extraordinary good.  So from here on out, and in honour of my friend that gifted me the jar of reminders of what to take time for, I am going to make sure that I make every effort to share what I can. 

As for taking time,...it would appear that my pretty little jar is all out of time, or at least the marbles that once filled it up with daily missions for me to undertake.  So I am working now on a Voracious Bucket List to set the stage for adventures to come.  Hope you'll join me on what I hope will be an wild ride full of vitality and meaningful moments.  

Let life be epic!