phew...for a minute there i was kinda feeling like being 30 might really suck a little! but i think i am back on track after a good hard exorcism of the social conditioning demons! inspirational
he he just a little somethin I whipped up! Great to have you round here Gala...poor old sushizume has been left a bit high and dry lately! Thanks for nurturing it xxxx
Hi Deanne, just got done with catching up on your blog and Tokyomade stuff. Great, great, great! Sorry its been such a long time since i dropped by. Lets catch up again soon.
I didn't mean to leave you all high dry sushi darling. I've been a ghost lately cause I've been cutting a demo in the recording studio BUT I'll be at the Pink Cow this Wednesday to do the whole improv a go go bit and I'm only inviting you. So come on down for a drink! It'll be fun!
YOu got me thinking, remembering turning 30. I was in Tokyo on my 30th. Shit, I'm 37 this year. I still feel like I only arrived there yestarday. So much has happened. Life can be too huge sometimes. Back to turning 30. I remember being a bit sad that my role models (other than madonna) started to not work anymore because they were either younger or more married and untouchable by childraring. I couldnt relate to women who had come before me, who at the same age were doing things that made me hum-buzz-hum.
I remember sitting on my tatami and crying when I realised the truth that now I had to construct myself as my own role model. I had to both walk in and follow my own footsteps at the same time because shicks like you/me were an entirely new breed.
I hated this. I wanted someone to shut up what society was telling me and give me a path to follow that would suit (fairy godmother style maybe). But she never came and soon I saw that my 30's was the actual decade of self-construction, whereas the 20's had actually been self-awakening/confirming/creating/dreaming.
I still dont know what I want to be when i grow up, other than a woman with a clever head and cleverer bag of tricks and after a while a accepted that I had to walk in front of myself so that I could see who I want to be.
My thirties have been far less fun than I'd hoped, but stronger than ever before, clearer and weaker than ever before and with more meaning, somehow. Self-definition, what a pain in the arse, but it's worth it.
My mantra for my approaching 40's "I'm gonna PEAK in my 40's" (otherwise this fucking 30's gig will have been a thoughtless waist of time).
Anyhoo, that's all by the by. How the hell are you?? Moving I see??
PS. I actually do know what I want to be when I grow up and there will be many many many trees involved in the view.
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KISS KISS! Hottest outfit ever!! Haha!
he he just a little somethin I whipped up! Great to have you round here Gala...poor old sushizume has been left a bit high and dry lately!
Thanks for nurturing it xxxx
Hi Deanne,
just got done with catching up on your blog and Tokyomade stuff. Great, great, great! Sorry its been such a long time since i dropped by. Lets catch up again soon.
I didn't mean to leave you all high dry sushi darling. I've been a ghost lately cause I've been cutting a demo in the recording studio BUT I'll be at the Pink Cow this Wednesday to do the whole improv a go go bit and I'm only inviting you. So come on down for a drink! It'll be fun!
hey bucket head!
great pics.
nice undies.
YOu got me thinking, remembering turning 30. I was in Tokyo on my 30th. Shit, I'm 37 this year. I still feel like I only arrived there yestarday. So much has happened. Life can be too huge sometimes. Back to turning 30. I remember being a bit sad that my role models (other than madonna) started to not work anymore because they were either younger or more married and untouchable by childraring. I couldnt relate to women who had come before me, who at the same age were doing things that made me hum-buzz-hum.
I remember sitting on my tatami and crying when I realised the truth that now I had to construct myself as my own role model. I had to both walk in and follow my own footsteps at the same time because shicks like you/me were an entirely new breed.
I hated this. I wanted someone to shut up what society was telling me and give me a path to follow that would suit (fairy godmother style maybe). But she never came and soon I saw that my 30's was the actual decade of self-construction, whereas the 20's had actually been self-awakening/confirming/creating/dreaming.
I still dont know what I want to be when i grow up, other than a woman with a clever head and cleverer bag of tricks and after a while a accepted that I had to walk in front of myself so that I could see who I want to be.
My thirties have been far less fun than I'd hoped, but stronger than ever before, clearer and weaker than ever before and with more meaning, somehow. Self-definition, what a pain in the arse, but it's worth it.
My mantra for my approaching 40's "I'm gonna PEAK in my 40's" (otherwise this fucking 30's gig will have been a thoughtless waist of time).
Anyhoo, that's all by the by.
How the hell are you??
Moving I see??
PS. I actually do know what I want to be when I grow up and there will be many many many trees involved in the view.
LOVE YA GUTS!
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