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Oh she looks fine! Not just for a 40 year old, I mean that she really looks great. No age considered. I, for example, didn`t have THAT body when I was 20 but she still has it. And she`s not missing to show it lately.

She has always been a true beauty, she knew it and because of it she never really had the need to act like an insecure 16 year old girl, that is stripping in every possible occasion and opportunity. Which made the Beauty`s sudden offence, with no recognizable tactic or detectable target, pretty fishy and strange.

And when I say offence, I mean daily photographic explosions on almost every social channel you can think of. Every day you will get a fresh delivery of her face, hair, different poses in swimming suit, mini skirts, tiny tops… Skin and curves everywhere. Oh, she is still sexy, but walking on a very thin line towards tacky.

The question is why? Why would a young-looking beautiful woman suddenly started to act like a cheap doubtful and scared teenager?

The answer is – try to merry a younger man and hit 40, that`s why.

There`s a big difference between a 35 year old sportive man and his 40 year old woman that gave birth to 2 kids. And the woman knows it. And she is not happy about it. Oh hell yes, she is still hot, but in the same time she is aware that they look different, and after 15 years of marriage he is not so keen to lavish her with compliments, seduction, passion and interest that he did in the beginning.

And she hit 40.

He didn`t, SHE did. And she just can`t stop thinking about it.

40 is a big number for women. So big that it may completely turn their lives away. Some of them fall, scared, lost and insecure making them negative, agressive and sad, no matter if they would admit it to themselves or not. And some of them actually bloom.

Why? Very simple, because they still have their looks but now they have the „brains“ too. With it, with the experience, knowledge and freedom of selfesteem, they can literally rule the world. Now, with the assets only a 40 year old woman has, it`s the perfect time to start something really big. And I mean REALLY big. The sky is the limit.

So, don`t let yourself down in middle age crisis, make it a blooming chatarsis.

Now you have everything, every little thing for every great thing you ever wanted to be and do. Go. Fly. Make yourself truly happy. And proud. Happiness is actually the sexiest thing in the world, no one can resist it.

(this doesn`t works for Benicio del Toro, he may be gloomy as hell and he would still be hot)

 

P.S. and look at yourself in the mirrow again, yeah you still got it. And damn you look good!

Because you deserve it, 99.

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Marrrrrrrriage. Sounds scary sometimes.

But if something is even more scarier, that is the divorce. And it`s consequences. But now, not to wake the awful dark demons, we will fast forward a little bit. Into the period when the divorce is already far far gone. At least it should be.

Regarding it, there`s a one tiny winy detail that I`m bothered with: why some women keep their old husband`s last name?

For example, you had a bad divorce. And I mean really ugly. This is not an exception, people are really rarely separated as friends, truely wishing him/her all best. It sounds almost…utopian. Most women just freeze and obscure when someone even mentions their Ex, and they usually „tagg“ him/her the prefixes like: jerk, idiot, moron, bitch, retard, weasel, loser, bastard….you get the picture. They can`t stand him.

But…they are still walking around with his last name. The name of the same person which they despise and hate.

Therefore I ask – why in the name of God?

If you already hate every particle of his being, you are disgusted of his every trace, why are you still stack with his name? What „drives“ this masochistic need to keep it, not to throw away that stinky garb with which you are cloaked, which you attire every morning then snort with your nose on his smell?

If we think about that „nomen est omen“, what is this telling about you? Your name is a very important thing, we are connecting with it, many studies are made proving the impact of letters and words on our life. People are spending years on therapies for that same strong words which have marked their lives. But THIS name – you are not touching. Why is that? After all that…massacre of divorce, why don`t you change it with some that is only yours and which doesn`t connect you with that odious person and all the suffering you had with it?

Why? For some provincial belief that the divorcee is a damaged good? Socially labeled as defected? C`mon! Get real!

I remembered another situation, the one when He had married again, and the „New wife“ have taken that same last name. I know a very succsessful, educated and very beautiful woman, which is „sticked“ on that New One, bitching about her all the time. Why? Because she thinks that she is The Mrs K. Herself, not the second one. And that she is the only entitled to „use“ this name. Because she was the first. The time is flying by, the Ex and the New one, already have their own baby, but the First one doesn`t gives up. A-a. She is Mrs K. Tones of stupid situations are filling up, the situations in which she has to explain that she is no longer Mr.K`s wife, that she has nothing to do with the certain matter or event, after all – she is a lady, a completly other person and…. But she still stays connected with that man on which she exhausting all her bitterness and venom. Whyyyyyyyyyy????

For the Shakespearean conviction that the rose would smell different? Bullsh*t!!! Even there, the good man Will have clearly showed us that the name IS important. Why, I ask, why don`t you take your maiden name, or some completly new, and after all that suffering grant yourself with a new spring time? The one where everything is waking up, where the world has pure clear colours, interesting sweet scents…The one where new day brings the joy of new beginning, illuminated with the sun`s promise. Without ugly shadows and heavy clouds.

Everyone has the right to make mistakes. Face it, we`re not perfect. But also, we have the right on new debuts, without dragging other people`s bulk on our backs. You know, the right on that easy, uncertain beginnings, without ugly prefixes and suffixes.

Except maybe for the pure adrenalin of the true spring „fix“.

Because you deserve it, vol. 4.

How many times have you heard the phrase „life is now“?

What have you done about it?

The strange thing about people is that they somehow bealive that they will live forever. They sure act that they will! How do I mean, you ask? It`s simple – how many times lately, now be honest, have you refused to go somewhere, to do something, for stupid reasons like your favorite show on the tv, cleaning of your house, or for some deeper issues like fear or shame of something?

I don`t how about you but my guiding star was my neighbour.

At the time, my life was turning around work, after which I found thousands excuses not to go or to do all that I could. I was always tired, in a dull relationship, avoiding the tray of life beause or the offred event was not too interesting, or the presented acivity was too demanding, or something was too expensive, or even on some things I haven`t been present  `cause I was too cynical to admit that maybe I could have fun or learn something there.

But then one day I met my neighbour. She was in the middle of a wedding rush, preparing the big event with the guy she met 2 years ago. She was deeply in love and full of sparks. This is the guy that really suits her, she said, and she is happy as she can be! Oh she is having so much fun! They are constantly mingling around, going on theatre shows, movie shows, concerts, exhibits, lunches, dinners, parties, dancing clubs, at least once a week they are going on short trips in the area, they are taking romantic walks every single day no matter how`s the weather… And she loves it!

I was happy for her. I really was.

But some other thing bothered me – she made me feel stupid, lazy, limited, arogant and God knows what more!

Why? Because she was 77, that`s why!!!

Can you imaggine it? I, in my peak, was drowning in almost complete lack of activities, chronical discontent, picky to the highest level and always with a ready excuse why I won`t do something or go somewhere. Almost nothing was „my thing“.

Oh yes, we were „engaged“ too, but with work and those pityful goings out every weekend to our usual club (pour respectable amount of alcohol in urself and suffer the next day), 2 or 2 drinks after or coffee after work, or with spending the evening in front of tv. Ain`t life great? Aaaaaah!

And they, in their late 70s, both with the advancing arthritis, heart problems, and all those „lovely“ gifts given to them sincerly by their age, THEY were running around like 2 kids, with their eyes wide open and a smile on their faces, enjoying every sound, taste, sight, wondering around on every meadow they saw and steping in every fresh river they could.

And me… I was… I realized I was hopeless like a Somalian trading policy!

Boring?!? What is „boring“? Complete lazyness, that`s what it is! A total and shameful resistance to every idea, change or activity!

They were not old, I was!!!

I was the senior citizien, not them, I was completly and comprehensively geriatrisited!

I had two choices: or to wait the retirement, hoping to be as vivid as she is, or to move my lazy selfish ass and start living as I should.

I chosed the second solution. After all, who knows what will happen in another 40-50 years..

`Cause this today`s pensioners are not like they used to be. They are some ****** competition!