Everyone knows me for the sound of my laughter...
But my pillow, which only hears my silent cries.
I translated this from a writing I read today and thought how relevant it has been to how I have felt since the beginning of the new year. We all begin each year with resolutions and high dreams of a better year ahead, financially and otherwise. Yet, it becomes a disappointment when things begin to go wrong right from the start. I have had the most enchanting experiences, talking to many who have had to divert their paths to a brighter future by being more humble and understanding why life has become so complicated. Everything happens for a reason, is my belief. Dig deep, find out the cause, and then search for an effect to change your ways. It's a matter of win or lose. We all have choices.
Now, back to my wildlife... Last Friday, after attending The Designer Wedding Show in Battersea Park and talking to some fantastic exhibitors with whom I had a laugh and got more enlightened in knowing them, the evening began with newly found companions at a Persian restaurant, followed by a visit to the Supperclub in Notting Hill where my dear friend Stan played some of his cool tunes to which I danced. A girl on the dance floor happily moved to the music as I was and kept talking to me and giving me a hug and kisses on the cheeks! So cute. Tila, Aroldo and Gabriella (visiting London) were my new buddies with whom we only left the club late.
Saturday night began early when Chuck paid me a visit at home. Our plans of going out were thrown to dust as we talked and got better acquainted through a magical chemistry between us. What made me roar with laughter was every time I tried to say something rather serious, Chuck would simply imply:
"Haldita, you're full o' Shit!"
It's funny how this sticks most to the mind out of everything we say!
Now, that was a first, and he did not mean it the way it sounded, but I got him as I replied the same back to him in amusement.
Now, me... Full o' shi'? Don't think so.
Chuck moved to London recently and, having come out of a long-term relationship does not want to start another. He is a fun company, but I have realised that a more single life suits me best. A few friends with benefits would do nicely. My diary is chockablock anyway.
Coming to terms with life on my own, I also understood why my business partner Charlotte and I had to part ways. It was not an easy choice when there was so much to look forward to setting up our new profession for the past few months, but I am grateful for everything that has happened. God would have a partner if the partnership was meant to be, so I keep telling myself and that's a personal choice again.
When two people are on different paths, it becomes a chore to make oneself understood, and I cherish my freedom more than anything. I like to be me.
Sunday was mostly spent at home, working and mucking on my laptop, a favourite pastime. It was completed by drinks at the Anglesea Arms with Tila, Effie and a few others and dinner at Heidi and Berto's. It's a perfect way to end a week of very late nights!
This week has begun with hard work on setting up my new website again. Practice makes perfect, they say, so it has been pure dedication and determination to start my new business with a positive start. Alongside all the experiences life has brought my way, I am confident I can make this a success. At my age, to start working to support my life for the first time is a task which I willingly take on board and can only get excited by the thought of such a massive step to climb. It's all in the head... I can, and I will.
The latest Novikov restaurant in the heart of Mayfair was revisited last night in the Italian section at a table of seven. Last week, four of us from the same group sat at the Asian side, where Tila's latest Chanel handbag got stolen from behind her chair. Who would have thought in a Shi shi restaurant, full of the most well-dressed crowd the city has to represent, such personal violence could occur? After the shock was absorbed, Tila handled the situation gracefully, and it did not dampen our mood. Life goes on.
This time, our group of four was extended to seven, and everything went smoothly; with all the loving hugs and kisses Aroldo sent my way and the pleasure Effie brought, chatting about life's finer things made it another night to remember fondly. Apart from one fact, it was Valentine's Day! The idea of a day for loving brings questioning to my relatively free way of thinking. I do not question those who enjoy this day's flattery, watching one waiter get the many balloons in a sizeable heart-shaped being brought to the dining area. At the same time, the other carried the massive vase of red roses to deliver to the table of a Russian couple next to us. But I also listened to the lady at the round dinner table constantly mention how she missed having love or a man in her life, and I am sure she was not the only one feeling those senses, especially on this particular day. All my words of consolation in the joy and freedom being alone can bring went straight over her head. Oh well, I tried.
Now, another day of hard work at home came to another pleasant end. I spent time in the company of Youssef, who invited me to dinner at Randall & Aubin's Soho seafood restaurant. He cheered me up immensely and dropped me home early to get to my beloved blog.
Why is it that some of us think the world owes them?! Life is about choices. I found this beautiful poem by the Persian poet Hafez on a Venezuelan friend's Facebook page. It read:
Even after all this time
The sun never says to the earth:
"You owe me."
Look what happens with a love like that,
It lights up the whole sky
She wrote to me: 'Have a super Love day'.
I answered: 'I try to make every day a LOVE one'.
But my pillow, which only hears my silent cries.
I translated this from a writing I read today and thought how relevant it has been to how I have felt since the beginning of the new year. We all begin each year with resolutions and high dreams of a better year ahead, financially and otherwise. Yet, it becomes a disappointment when things begin to go wrong right from the start. I have had the most enchanting experiences, talking to many who have had to divert their paths to a brighter future by being more humble and understanding why life has become so complicated. Everything happens for a reason, is my belief. Dig deep, find out the cause, and then search for an effect to change your ways. It's a matter of win or lose. We all have choices.
Now, back to my wildlife... Last Friday, after attending The Designer Wedding Show in Battersea Park and talking to some fantastic exhibitors with whom I had a laugh and got more enlightened in knowing them, the evening began with newly found companions at a Persian restaurant, followed by a visit to the Supperclub in Notting Hill where my dear friend Stan played some of his cool tunes to which I danced. A girl on the dance floor happily moved to the music as I was and kept talking to me and giving me a hug and kisses on the cheeks! So cute. Tila, Aroldo and Gabriella (visiting London) were my new buddies with whom we only left the club late.
Saturday night began early when Chuck paid me a visit at home. Our plans of going out were thrown to dust as we talked and got better acquainted through a magical chemistry between us. What made me roar with laughter was every time I tried to say something rather serious, Chuck would simply imply:
"Haldita, you're full o' Shit!"
It's funny how this sticks most to the mind out of everything we say!
Now, that was a first, and he did not mean it the way it sounded, but I got him as I replied the same back to him in amusement.
Now, me... Full o' shi'? Don't think so.
Chuck moved to London recently and, having come out of a long-term relationship does not want to start another. He is a fun company, but I have realised that a more single life suits me best. A few friends with benefits would do nicely. My diary is chockablock anyway.
Coming to terms with life on my own, I also understood why my business partner Charlotte and I had to part ways. It was not an easy choice when there was so much to look forward to setting up our new profession for the past few months, but I am grateful for everything that has happened. God would have a partner if the partnership was meant to be, so I keep telling myself and that's a personal choice again.
When two people are on different paths, it becomes a chore to make oneself understood, and I cherish my freedom more than anything. I like to be me.
Sunday was mostly spent at home, working and mucking on my laptop, a favourite pastime. It was completed by drinks at the Anglesea Arms with Tila, Effie and a few others and dinner at Heidi and Berto's. It's a perfect way to end a week of very late nights!
This week has begun with hard work on setting up my new website again. Practice makes perfect, they say, so it has been pure dedication and determination to start my new business with a positive start. Alongside all the experiences life has brought my way, I am confident I can make this a success. At my age, to start working to support my life for the first time is a task which I willingly take on board and can only get excited by the thought of such a massive step to climb. It's all in the head... I can, and I will.
The latest Novikov restaurant in the heart of Mayfair was revisited last night in the Italian section at a table of seven. Last week, four of us from the same group sat at the Asian side, where Tila's latest Chanel handbag got stolen from behind her chair. Who would have thought in a Shi shi restaurant, full of the most well-dressed crowd the city has to represent, such personal violence could occur? After the shock was absorbed, Tila handled the situation gracefully, and it did not dampen our mood. Life goes on.
This time, our group of four was extended to seven, and everything went smoothly; with all the loving hugs and kisses Aroldo sent my way and the pleasure Effie brought, chatting about life's finer things made it another night to remember fondly. Apart from one fact, it was Valentine's Day! The idea of a day for loving brings questioning to my relatively free way of thinking. I do not question those who enjoy this day's flattery, watching one waiter get the many balloons in a sizeable heart-shaped being brought to the dining area. At the same time, the other carried the massive vase of red roses to deliver to the table of a Russian couple next to us. But I also listened to the lady at the round dinner table constantly mention how she missed having love or a man in her life, and I am sure she was not the only one feeling those senses, especially on this particular day. All my words of consolation in the joy and freedom being alone can bring went straight over her head. Oh well, I tried.
Now, another day of hard work at home came to another pleasant end. I spent time in the company of Youssef, who invited me to dinner at Randall & Aubin's Soho seafood restaurant. He cheered me up immensely and dropped me home early to get to my beloved blog.
Why is it that some of us think the world owes them?! Life is about choices. I found this beautiful poem by the Persian poet Hafez on a Venezuelan friend's Facebook page. It read:
Even after all this time
The sun never says to the earth:
"You owe me."
Look what happens with a love like that,
It lights up the whole sky
She wrote to me: 'Have a super Love day'.
I answered: 'I try to make every day a LOVE one'.
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