Beauty – Day 163

Finding the joy in life

The to-do list continues to lack ticks. It seems I am not the only person on go slow this week as nobody is getting back to me, about anything! It was a hot and frustrating day, but there was a wonderful finale.

My lovely sister treated me, my mum and her partner to a night at the opera! We went to see La Boheme and it was divine. Everybody needs a little beauty in their life and granted, the arts are not cheap, but you don’t have to go to the Royal Opera House to be moved.

We’re in July now and the plan is to ease back on work a bit so that I can take my dad to his radiotherapy sessions. He must go daily for a month initially, and from what I can gather it is going to be arduous. I am terrified of what’s to come, but of course, I cannot share that with him.

I’ve urged him to spend a bit of his savings on doing things he loves with dear friends. He loves opera too. And musicals. Meals out, country walks and scones with jam and cream. We have so much in common!

I ran into a neighbour yesterday (literally) who was on his way to a funeral. His business partner died at the age of 51 of a pulmonary embolism. Just like that. Out of the blue. It makes you think, doesn’t it?

Lately, I don’t give a hoot if I make a million or not and actually, I don’t think I ever did. It just seemed like a nice idea at the time. I do care about wringing every last drop of pleasure out of life though and cherishing my friends and family. Don’t get me wrong, money is ALWAYS a most welcome companion. Did you hear that money? I love you really…

 

Personal manifesto

Life’s short, so let’s have some fun!

2 comments

  1. I couldn’t comment on the post following this one, but I was wondering if you’d consider publishing under a pseudonym. Also, things can be very different after the editorial process. It’s too early to worry about being embarrassed by your sex scenes.

    When my mother was dying, I was freaked out of course, but what I asked my guides for (prayed for, I suppose, in a way) was that I’d be able to help and comfort her somehow during her journey. She later told me and others that all I had to do was walk into her room and she felt better.

    We can’t alter the path our loved one is on, but we can ask to help them get what they need. All the best to your dad, and to you … for this is very hard on you, too.

    • You are so right. I decided today that I am going to let rip with the raunch. Thank you for sharing your experience with your mum. Your wise words (as always!) are a real comfort. x

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