As we entered the Sheraton Noosa on Hastings Street, I saw her circling my husband and my dear friend Dan.  She was staggering but not too far gone.  A good looking, well dressed, middle aged woman with great hair, who would be embarrassed if shown footage of herself now, tomorrow morning.

“Let’s watch for a while?” I asked Lily touching her elbow to invite her to another table.  Her husband Dan was the next sexual meal this Predatory Woman was working on devouring.  If only she could stand straight.

A few years ago, my wallet got lifted from my briefcase whilst I was working on my laptop from a busy inner city coffee shop in the heart of Sydney.  I didn’t notice it was gone until after I had given my keynote presentation on “Emotional Fitness”.  I was leaving the podium and went to give a delegate my business card to find my wallet had been stolen.

If you’re not into the whole concept of marriage, change the question to, ‘Would you have a long term committed relationship with you’?

Fourteen years ago when I was a fear fuelled, firm bodied female aged 33, my answer to this question( if I could have been honest with myself long enough to answer, which was most unlikely) would most definitely have been “No Fuckin’ Way!”

Today aged 47 with more wrinkles, hail damage (cellulite) and gravity taking its humorous toll on my loyal body, my answer to this question would now be, “Absolutely”.

How do you dress your heart each day? How do you address yourself in other words? With love or dissatisfaction?

I slept late this morning, later than usual.  I am normally awake by 4.00am and am ready to start my mediation by 5.00am.  Mr. Delicious left to play golf before work early this morning giving me a gentle goodbye kiss that woke me.   I looked at the clock; it was 4.30am but my body was still very tired, so I went back to sleep.  Before I knew it, it was 8.30am.