It is highly entertaining to come back and discover something you have written so many years before still hanging in the digital universe.
What fun to realize that I can just write and it will still be here as a memory of what I was experiencing in this time and place.
So I'm 56 now - still addicted to purple and completely aware that time is passing in the blink of an eye so why not devour every opportunity to be creative.
This is my weight today - I weigh the measure of my words. They are heavy on my tongue and fingers. They want to find the world, an audience, a place. I have been listening to Jameela Jamil's podcast and I do like the idea of repositioning the concept of weight to be so many other things. A little Egyptian if you please - the measure of the life I have lived (or would like to be living). So my life this year is going to be measured in the words I transport onto pages - digital and physical - it is going to be the stories I tell - it is going to be mine. It is going to be a celebration of everything I want to tell the people who matter about what I feel and how I want to be. Bring on the scales - I have words to offer.
