b r a v e c r e a t u r e s

As aways, the regular newsletter creates a flurry of email activity, which in turn takes me a while to respond to. I am working through it though.

One thing did strike me, and it was in the sig file from a mate in Australia. It does sum up how I feel about life and the absense of this thinking is central to the things that I am now very glad to have left behind in Australia*.

Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, Champagne in one hand - strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming WOO HOO - What  a Ride!

As much as I do love this phrase and see it as a philosophy, its exactly the sort of thing my mother would say - in fact I think she has sent it to me in the past. So I am continuing to sound like my mother. This is not HUGELY surprising, but it is a little disturbing.

* There are lots of other things from Australia that I am not glad to be without including (but not restrictred to) my dog Saxon, David "The Boy Friend" Chapman, Bitchie Barbie, Penny, Al, Avi, Sunday brunch at Ice and my Art work.