Showing posts with label Decades. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Decades. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Personal ReInvention Tour


So here's what I'm thinking. Changes need to be made. Little things, that will build up over time. It doesn't need to happen all at once. I don't think it would work if it happened like that. This is going to be gradual. This is long term. This is my own reinvention tour. I'm thinking about this next decade. It should be better then the last one. And not just because of credit cards, sex and grown up drinks. These next ten years are going to be what makes or breaks it for the rest of the decades I get. This is when I restructure the past and set out the future. I've got some rules so far.

-say no to fast food
-four desserts a month
-one alcoholic beverage a day, even when going out (this one might be difficult)
-the three date rule
-the first date rule
-the no bullshit rule
-no meat, unless it comes from the ocean
-work out everyday, somehow
-keep a calendar, stick to it, follow it
-create a budget, stick to it, follow it
-make your fashion, and stay loyal
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The list might get added to, not sure yet. I am thinking that I would like to change my look up again. I know, I change my look a lot. Yet another thing me and Madge have in common. Also, me and my mother. I like the idea of picking a looking, a style, and image, and sticking with it forever and ever amen. All the iconic designers did it, and it makes sense. Which is why I like the idea of buzzing my head. It's always so clean and precise and certain. No surprises. No hassles. No issues. That's a big part of the look I want to create and keep for myself. Solid colors. Dark colors. Denim. Black. Grays. Reds. Maybe some white. No writing. I want it all to look sleek. Professional. Sexy Business. Hard edges and pointy corners. Ninety degree angles. Clean cut. Which is why I want to go back to a buzzed head. It's the definition of clean cut. Also, I've seen photographic evidence that the back of my head is thinning out. It's unfortunate. It's pathetic. And yes, it is noticeable. If I saw that photo and did not know it was the back of my head, I would make comments. Rude comments. So considering how it is late at night, and impulse decisions are also on my "do not do" list, I'm simply charging up my clippers and not using them just yet. But my shaggy hair makes me look younger too, and that's a negative. Younger and unkempt. And unreliable. Plus I knew this woman who, for her entire adult life, had a strategic hairstyle to hide the fact that she had hearing aides. I guess I shouldn't make that last sentence past tense, as far as I know she's still alive. Yeh, she's alive. Anyways, the point is: sometimes to look your best, and to have the most confidence and best outlook on life, you have to make some choices. Which is why the clippers lay charging.

Everything is going to take some time, and I know I'm going to have moments of wanting to bash my head into concrete, but I think these and other minor improvements will make a majority style difference. I want to last. I want the next ten years to be greater. And I'm relying on me to take the initiative.

"Better to live one year as a tiger, than a hundred as a sheep." -Madonna Ciccone

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Keep Em Guessing....Oh Jude


I make shit sparkle. I bring smiles. I mediate. I negotiate. I entertain. I perform. I dance. I drink. I care. I work. I love. I sparkle.

So, another decade. That's exciting. More of the same, or should I change it up a bit? What really happens when we buck the system? Who exactly gets knocked off balance? Running from the past or running towards the future? Surviving or living? Clean conscious or clear complexion? Keeping up or making up? Unspoken competition or mental disillusion? Holding my tongue but sticking out my neck? Beautifully tragic or handsomely disastrous? Creating rules to break them or setting standards to make them? What's my motivation? What's my character? What's my role? What script are we reading off of? How much could possibly happen in ten years.....


I saw the Sherlock Holmes movie, best film I've seen in years. Years.
I survived the holidays.
And all that came with them.

Worked 6 AM to 10 AM today. Came home and slept for another hour or so. Then cleaned the house for two hours or so. Did laundry. Scrubbed the bathroom floor. Scrubbed the sink. The shower walls, doors, floors and faucets. Windows. Sweeping. Dusting. Wiping. Cleaning. Thinking.

When I clean house, I like to pretend I don't live there. I'm just part of a hired cleaning service, and I can distance myself from the mess and chaos and dirt I'm taking care of. If I distance myself, I can judge and make comments inside my head. When I'm detached, I clean better. If it's not a mess I know, then I can clean it all up. I would never have dirty bathroom floors. I would never leave the counter so scattered. I would never allow things to get so out of hand. No matter what, it always looks better once I'm finished.

I'll see Sherlock Holmes again, it's that good.

And, I'll see about this next decade thing. Everyone's saying it's a big deal. Hmmmm

“My only obligation is to keep myself and other people guessing.” -J. Law