A Glass of Water
In a lifetime of relationships that range from bitter chocolate to arsenic, he is like a glass of clear, cool water. Cleansing, clarifying and healing.
Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
In a lifetime of relationships that range from bitter chocolate to arsenic, he is like a glass of clear, cool water. Cleansing, clarifying and healing.
Does anyone know what the best ‘ex’ policy is? I admire…no, I am deeply envious of those enlightened souls who are ‘great friends’ with their exes. They’ve obviously got it all figured out just great and I haven’t reached my Bodhi tree as yet. I am struggling, as yet in…
A 55 word story about the breakup.
Women judge each other and we make war. If a woman’s best friend must sign off on all relationship decisions, then she also has the power to wreck you with judgment.
I navigate eligible men in the second wave of companionship. No rose-tinted glasses, just practical decisions & a pursuit of love without societal pressures.
I was talking today about astrology, religion and mathematics. Is that an odd combination? It’s not….in the days of old, mathematicians, astronomers, philosophers, scientists, ‘men of god’ and artists were all called thinkers. Its about thought…pushing the boundaries of what we know and what we believe. The question is what…
Good job be damned.I don’t love it, I’m not passionate about it.I’m not passionate about anything.Bloody depressing realisation. The only trouble with having a male boss is that you can’t say “PMS” and expect any real sympathy . You can’t expect it from a female boss either, for that matter.Depressing…
He said, “Would you slap me if I asked you to spend the night with me?” I said, “No.”He looked positively thrilled as he squeaked, “Are you sure?” (Perhaps he assumed I was saying yes to the implied question when I said no to the direct one….does that make sense?…
I navigated heartbreak & healing when I revisited sites of old pain. A nostalgia trip helped me explore the map of my traumatic memories & brought me closure.
There is a world of difference between ‘student’ and ‘alumni’. If I had to write ‘Things they never told me about in b-school’, it would run into volumes.