30 Sec's on....

 

 

OMFG the Botox conversation has raised it's ugly head again.

I know! Quelle Horreur!

But all jokes aside, I have had three (3) conversations about it this week. Well, to be fair, I was an unwilling participant in one of them, because I just didn't realize the woman was speaking about me.

Well, seriously, hearing the phrase, Well, I don't want to be old and lonely like her, when I'm standing right there...

But anyway, I needed to speak about this today, because I'm at the age where I need to commit either way.

To be a botox babe...or not.

As you know though, about 5 years ago, I gave it a go.

I didn't like it.  Well, that's not 100% accurate.  I loved the less wrinkles bit, but I didn't like the Energy around getting less wrinkles.  It felt like I didn't fit my face.

But anyway, I'm not here to bang on you, if you personally do, but I need to explain why I don't.

My son is 25 years old.  And he's cool.  I love the way he talks and thinks and that he is a kind human.  

I love the bones of him.

I'm proud to be his Mum.

And working with Spirit has been a joy.  I've worked with Spirit for as long as I can remember, and professionally over half my lifetime now, and as much as I love it, it's not for the faint hearted.  You have to have a backbone.

And, forgive me for what I am about to say here, but I'm an attractive woman.  I mean, I won't be attractive to you, if you are the kind of guy who likes 22 year olds, but I am a woman of substance.  I have style, confidence, opinions and attitude.  

I'm also the kind of girl who loves markets and second hand shopping.  Not because I can't afford new, but purely because I love mixing and matching styles, years and sometimes designers.

I also have friends ranging from 16 to 82, and I love all our conversations. They are nurturing and supportive, powerful and empowering.  There are no judgements or put downs.  We celebrate whatever cool thing is going on in our lives.   

I also love the way I live my days, the work I do, the friends I have, the family I am blessed with, and my horses.  

I guess what I'm trying to say, is that my wrinkles are a part of my journey, a roadmap if you will, of my success and failures, laughter and tears but most importantly, love.

They are the signs that I am loved, and have loved.

Boom, baby.

Wishing you much love and abundance and a truly courageous heart.

T and Spirit

xx