The house feels cosy tonight. R downstairs writing, both boys sleeping and me in bed.
It's also just my kinda night.
Cool autumn air, rain, for me it feels like promise, opportunity and that good things will (knock on wood) hopefully happen. It must be left over from years of back to school resolutions and plans.
When I first started this blog, it felt like a chore. But now, I'm getting into it. I actually got up, went upstairs to my study to get my laptop and here I am.
Another book launch today, a memoir by a man I adore and admire: The Honourable Roy McLaren, a man who's done everything from being a sailor, diplomat, an uber successful businessman, a writer (this is his 7th book) , politician and cabinet minister. And who's been married for 52 years to a woman with story as interesting as his and style that is pure 1920's Paris chic that looks incredible anywhere, anytime.
These kinds of parties always make me wonder, will this be us 40 or 50 years from now? Can we also be that lucky to still so engaged, producing and working, travelling, and still look so good? Usually my worries are focused on where I will be at 40 - a dangerous age for women I've decided. But occasionally I think further.
Today I am:
- Worried about eating/drinking too much sugar (white wine again!);
- Reminding myself not be afraid to just move forward versus seeking refuge in the process or planning;
- Determined to focus on positive energy on my goals.
- Had a moment of being overwhelmed by a crushing love for my boys.
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