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Every Little Thing Is Gonna Be Alright

Woman lying on a lounger by the pool at the hotel. Girl at travel spa resort pool. Summer luxury vacation.

  ‘If it is not going to matter in 5 years do not worry about it for more than 5 minutes.’   I came across this phrase about 29 months ago and fell in love. In the past I had a tendency to worry about things. I define worry as ‘obsessing over a particular situation and considering for an immense amount of time possible outcomes (mostly negative) and how they might affect one. This activity is accompanied by inaction and other symptoms: tense shoulders, tight jaw, getting lost in one’s thoughts, and an inability to live in the present...

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Eenie Meenie Miny Me!

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The invitations are out The firewood is in She's bout to lay down So please come in Come with your needs Come with your wants Make sure you come needy Because she can only do this once   Gather around Make sure you are alert Get ready to take your pound of flesh She knows it will hurt She's braced herself She's ready for the final fall So come one Kindly come all   You can arrive whenever She will never say 'no' As long as she can respond There's still a chance to catch the glow Have a seat Or stand up close Livestream on social media Anything goes   The bonfire will be large It shall be a blaze of glory Cuz she's throwing everything on the...

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Mind Your Business

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Tina was exasperated. She rolled her almond shaped dark brown eyes as she sprinted up the marble steps and let herself in to the four story palatial mansion. She knew what to expect. And lo and behold, right from the door the mess hit her. There were paw prints where Rex and Andres – the two Dalmatians had tracked mud all across the white marbled foyer. There was a broken crystal vase with drooping damp lilies strewn across the floor. It seemed someone had made a halfhearted attempt to clear up the crystal shards by...

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Eyes on the Prize

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  “Ready, Set, Go!!!”   As the gun went off Zara popped up and sprung into action. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She had been training for this marathon – changing her eating habits, lifting weights to strengthen her legs and running; boy had she been running! She went for early morning runs, after work runs, lunchtime treadmill sessions at her office gym (when she could fit them in). She had put in so much and had seen her body, strength and even her thinking change. Today was the day and she was off...

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Desperate in the Oasis (part 4)

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“Please Jasmine, just let me explain,” Laurent begged, desperately.   Laurent closed the gap between them and picked up the broken shards from the bowl that had fallen when Jasmine tripped. She stowed them safely under a nearby shrub and came back to where Jasmine was still frozen in place. Then she knelt down and wiped away the congealed porridge on Jasmine’s feet with the hem her robe. She looked up at Jasmine, eyes glistening with tears and pleading for understanding.   “My dearest friend,” she tried again, her voice cracking.   Jasmine sighed a deep sigh and reached down to...

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An Oasis in the Desert (Part 3)

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"'Receive graciously,' he said. 'Give always,' he advised." Jasmine muttered under her breath. Fuming at the thought of Mikhal's parting advice.   She knew none of this was actually his fault, but when emotions overwhelm one it is easiest to become defensive and cast a wide net of blame. Mikhal had been caught in Jasmine’s. After all, he was the one who set her on the path that led to this point. He was the one who encouraged and inspired her to pay the good he had done forward. He was the one who defied the terrible...

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Deserted in the Oasis (Part 2)

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The sun was high in the sky by the time Jasmine regained consciousness. She sat up slowly squinting while she rubbed the sand grains off her face and forearms. She looked around again, dismayed that all her hard work over the last week had been ruined by what was indeed a sandstorm. The temporary shelter she had erected was  scattered everywhere, sand grains had encroached on the space she had meticulously cleared and swept and most importantly that which she had feared had come upon her.   When Jasmine had seen five horses carrying men wearing white robes with...

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A Desert in the Oasis (Part I)

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Once upon a time there lived a young lady who was a nomad. Her name was Jasmine and today was her birthday. It was more significant than any other birthday because Jasmine had reached the “age of maturity” and therefore certain protocols had to be observed. Today was the day she prepared to separate from her entire family. Based on their nomadic culture Jasmine was required to become fully independent no later than two moons after this particular birthday. Over the course of her lifetime her family had relocated every five years, this fifth move...

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Happy Birthday to Me – A Tree Is A Tree Is a Tree

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A few weeks ago it was my birthday. I did not tell my friends, I did not post pictures or words. I did not celebrate myself or invite others to do so. I did not make any sort of deal about it, because I was ashamed. A year had passed and I did not feel like I had enough to show for it, so I tiptoed around the momentous occasion. Facebook reminded me as did other platforms, but I hoped no one would remember and not too many did.   When enough time had passed and the...

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Heavy is the Head that Wears the Crown

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  I could not believe it had already been a year. Time had flown so quickly. As I sat down for hair and make up I flipped through my photo album on my iPhone. Gosh, I was stunning. I had an angelic face, a slender gracefully toned body which I had showcased in cultural attire, bathing suits, and all kinds of high end clothing. My smile was perfect too. Although I couldn’t really take all the credit for that, or my body if I was being honest, but it was mine so therefore I was the...

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