Just when I thought I was starting to see light at the end of the tunnel, bam! I get a huge jolt to the core of my very being by having my stable monthly source of income terminated. It was on the cards but I had it on good authority, or so I thought that I had until the end of the year before it would actually eventuate. So to have it happen almost out of the blue and so soon has sent me into a huge spin and left me feeling extremely fragile. So what does a grown woman do, when she is feeling like this? Well, sulk… of course!

I was having lunch with the girls recently, a bunch of seven fabulous women, when I noticed that there were many other tables of women of varying age groups out to lunch also. Lunch with the girls is a ritual, something we are initiated into at a very early age and continue on until we can’t anymore. We lunch in packs, never less than four and often well over eight. And therein lies the essence of the ritual, the power of the pack!

They say that renovating your house is akin to renovating your soul; the house being metaphor for your psyche. So, that must mean I am going through a major overhaul right now! Yesterday the house renovations started quite literally with a bang, thud and crash. As the demolition occurs and bits of the house crumble and fall, the bob-cat dutifully comes along scrapes it all into a neat pile and throws it into a very large truck to be carted away to goodness knows where. So what is this saying about me? Are layers of me also being stripped away, demolished to be swept up and carted off? What am I throwing away? What will be the new me after this rather cathartic process? Hmmmmm, interesting parallel, let’s see what happens.

I have just recently celebrated a significant birthday on Black Friday. Yes, Friday the 13th of June. As I write this, I am actually pondering the history of Black Friday. That is, why is a Friday and the number 13 considered black and linked to bad luck and superstition? I don’t actually know the answer to that question but have to say I don’t consider the number 13 unlucky nor do I find the combination of Friday and 13 anything but a day and a date.

They say that renovating your house is akin to renovating your soul; the house being metaphor for your psyche. So, that must mean I am going through a major overhaul right now!