‘Once upon a time’… that’s how it’s supposed to begin isn’t it? a book I mean. It’s how they always began as a child. Only I’m not a child, nor am I writing for children but I’ve been ‘writing’ this damn book for almost two years now. For many of you wonderful people who read my sporadic ramblings (I most heartily apologise) you’ll know that I’ve been attempting what has become something of a Guinness Book of Records type feat for me. It seems that at every opportunity, some bastard has been out to scupper my plans…but NO…you won’t keep me down, and I will not be silenced. In the best Mastermind tradition “I’ve started, so I’ll finish”
I can’t seem to find the right opening line, but I have the ending! So, I thought I’d give you a sneaky peek at the last page. (It’s fine…It won’t spoil anything!)
In the meantime, feel free to give me any ideas of what you’d like to see me write about? Anything that you particularly enjoy about my blogs that you’d like more (or less) of? Oh, and if you have an ideal opening line suggestion…send it for my perusal…you never know!
- an admired, glamorous, or distinguished woman : the former director of the association is still a downtown diva.
- a haughty, spoiled woman : she’s such a diva that she won’t enter a restaurant until they change the pictures on the walls to her liking.
- a female singer who has enjoyed great popular success : a chance to create a full-blown pop diva.
- a famous female opera singer : your average opera isn’t over till the diva trills her high notes.
ORIGIN late 19th cent.: via Italian from Latin, literally ‘goddess.’
Today, as I settle into the first half of my 50th year and reflect on my past and the challenges faced to shed the cloak of invisibility, defy gravity and the sagging, attitudes of society, where we subconsciously put the happiness of others first, often to our own detriment, I am propelled forward to dive into the second layer of the box of chocolates of life. I’m ready to take a bite out of each and every succulent flavour, in the full knowledge that some will be hard to swallow with more challenges to face, mountains to climb, attitudes to change and tears to come. But I relish the diversity and variety as a mature woman who has a renewed spirit of optimism, an inner confidence and a sparkle in my eyes.
And especially look forward to the forbidden ones with a whole new outlook, sassiness and of course… sexiness……
Letter to me age 12 From ‘Me’ age 49 and a bit:
Dear Louise, (Diva, Purple Diva, Daisy May, Rachel, Felicity, The Chocolate Queen, Toots, Mummy, whoever you are glorious girl)
You don’t know it yet, but through your life you will be known by all of those names by the many different people who may grow to love you. No matter what they call you, always be yourself. YOU are unique. Don’t let anyone tell you anything else.
You really can’t, please all the people all of time, so don’t continually try to (especially your mother). Some people will like you, some won’t. Sometimes you’ll ‘fit’ and sometimes you don’t. Move on, but keep smiling.
Your mother lied to you when she said you weren’t a nice person. She was cruel with her words and never meant them to cut so deep. Forgiveness is a wonderful thing, don’t ever lose that ability, it will stay with you long after you may lose other attributes through life’s lessons learned.
Your heart will be broken and you will cry more tears than you thought possible. It’s life lovely girl, it’s not ‘you’ (oh and don’t fall for the line by the guy who say’s “I could listen to you talk all night” Aged 33, you’re in for a BIG shock….he doesn’t want to listen!)
Trust your intuition. You have great intuition about everything. Just believe in yourself, but wear a watch. You’re really crap at timekeeping. Time waits for no man, or woman. Not even you.
You have a beautiful heart and a beautiful smile. Use them to your advantage. God gave you them for a reason.
Do EVERYTHING exciting you ever get the chance to do, before some bastard or your body tells you that you can’t do it. It’s better to regret something you’ve done, than something you’ve not done. No regrets, just lessons learned.
Try not to be so impetuous. Maturity will teach you patience and temperance…The hare & the tortoise. Whilst talking of animals, stay away from penguins. Always.
Listen. To your elders, your relatives and people you love. Small incidentals will become large blanks and those details will long be gone should those people suddenly no longer be around to fill in the voids. We have two ears and one mouth so that we listen twice as much as we speak. Wise words. Listen to your heart. And your conscience.
Don’t be fooled. The grass really isn’t greener on the other side of the field. It’s just another shade of green, with a ray of sunshine momentarily highlighting it.
Don’t wear ‘nice comfortable shoes’ your feet and legs will suffer anyway. Go for the FM boots and 5 inch heeled Louboutins. Comfortable shoes won’t make you memorable nor will you be able to ‘wiggle’.
Always check yourself from the back before leaving the house or a public toilet, you’re bum will always look big no matter what. When you’re 28 you’ll thank me.
Lower your voice a little, and slow you speech slightly. Just trust me.
With much love and affection, a much wiser
p.s Don’t EVER diet. It will seriously fuck up your body. Oh, and don’t swear. It’s not Ladylike and you really are a Lady, albeit in waiting.
‘Time Tested Beauty Tips’
For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge you’ll never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed;
Never throw out anybody.
Remember, If you ever need a helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of your arm.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!
(Contrary to what has been written many times, Audrey Hepburn did not write this wonderful poem, Sam Levenson did. Apparently written for his grandchild, but coincidentally happened to be one of Audrey’s favorite poems.)