Tuning in, dropping out
Things should be going your way in general, Flip, and you may feel as if quite a bit is getting done without you having to lift a finger. At the same time, however, you may have this nagging voice in the back of your mind that is telling you to watch your flanks. Make sure you have all of your bases covered. While you may be tempted to simply go with the things that are most comfortable and familiar, this is actually a good time for you to consider other perspectives.
It's funny how things work. I have spent a lot of time writing about this self-imposed solitutude, feeling quite content to stay home and contemplate my navel instead of going out like a heat-seeking missile on the hunt for men. Really, the last year has been a bit of a dead loss on the male front - a couple of short-lived relationships and some drunken snogs but not much else to speak of, really.
Until this weekend. Self-imposed drought has now ended in spectacular style after what could only be deemed the most unadulterated, passionate, completely and utterly horn-tastic .... wait, where am I?
Therein lies the problem wih this bloody thing. I want to spill my guts and relieve every filthy moment from the last 72 hours of nocturnalism but really, I don't think I should. Perhaps I should go back to the old lock and key, paper style journal for those kind of ramblings. Anyway, the universe or Buddha or god or whoever intervened in my exile by sending me a house guest, the employee of one of my landlord's friends. A completely spunky, tanned, muscly, straight-talking New Zealander with beautiful eyes, a raging libido, a sense of humour and a new job in Broome no less. From the moment he grabbed me in the swimming pool on Thursday night until today, sunset Sunday, I have barely seen the light of day. Bliss!!!!
I found myself turning my eyes heavenward on occasion, wondering what on earth I had done to deserve it. It was as though the gods decided that after plenty of useful self-analysis and care, I deserved a prize. If this is where introspection leads then damn, send me to a Tibetan cave.
In any case, the following facts have emerged: Not once did I contemplate the "meaning" of it all, or where it possibly might lead (well, at least not until the goodbyes of an hour ago - and parting WAS such sweet sorrow). Who knows, who cares. All i know is that I have had the most exciting weekend I have had all year. And I am pretty damn sure I'll get to do it again ... hooray.
I can't help thinking, nay, knowing, that these sorts of opportunities only ever seem to come up for me when my mind is clear and unfettered. Some kind of angst has dropped away from me in recent weeks and the regular exercise and thought-processing has led to plenty of compliments about my "glow". The exercise each day has proved a remarkable cure for my tendency to cry foul over body issues and has also seen my mind sink into the level kind of state it hasn't known for years. It is kind of nice to be able to show off a toned figure too, it has to be said ... and a lack of self-consciousness leads to fun times ...
Damn, there I go again - mind in the gutter. I think I had better go and do some shorthand practice before things degenerate even further.
Food
Plenty of unmentionables
Lentil and vegetable burger pattie
1 small baked sweet potato
Green salad
One beer
Two slices of Burgen soy with vegemite
1 coffee