be grateful to have been given one more day, let alone one more year. remember to dance in your nightgown, sing in the shower, ride a bike, fly a kite and take an occasional “wind bath” in your bare skin. give those you love big kisses and huge hugs, and the words “i love you” often and always. nurture your body rather than starve your soul with fad dieting. spend time with the old and the weary to better appreciate your life. on your birthday, call your mother and father wherever they are to thank them for all the have done for you, even if you think they haven’t done enough. watch “life is beautiful” at least once a year. remember you are not guaranteed tomorrow and that today is as good as it gets. thank god for every “thing,” every “day,” every moment.


i’ll keep reminding myself

it shouldn’t have but it did. i’m sorry, to myself mostly. to all i believed in, all i stand for and live by. the one thing i thought i would never do. i betrayed myself.

it took someone else to make me realise what an amazing lifestyle i am living.

how was i so blind?

throughout my (short) lifetime i have made a point of always being able to acknowledge the beauty of a given place at any given time. i could always stop and smell the roses, take time and think about how lucky i am to have the opportunity to do what i’m doing and see the wonderful things i am seeing. 

i always knew this was brilliant, always knew i was in the right place. but sometimes, i think you get comfortable. i would have never recognised this as a legitimate excuse for a lack of appreciation if it hadn’t just come up and whacked me straight in the face. i needed someone to remind me where i was. what i was doing.

and as much as i am ashamed of myself, annoyed i couldn’t figure this out on my own, i can respect the fact that at least i appreciate it all again now. i’m back to my roots, grounded, fully knowing of exactly how lucky i am. tenfold.

good. i’m back to where i want to be.