Sexy lips, is sexy in many many ways

As our lives tend to do from time to time, I have recently hit a little pothole. Yes as most of you know, a little relationshippy that I just had, has ended. Among other things, it causes a person to have a bit more time for thinkin'. Pondering (aka obsessing) why it happened, why it didn't, and basically searching for an answer that will never materialise.

In an effort to be a little proactive in the whole "get the fuck over it" thing, I have, predictably been doing lots of reading, and trying to find meaning in things I watch on TV. So, yesterday I happen to catch Oprah...LOL who am I kidding, it was no accident, it's a daily fixture, but whatever that is another issue altogether. This show was perticularly interesting because of its super cool guest. MR sexy lips himself, John Mayer. Now I have heard John Mayer speak before, heard all his genious lyrics, and on occasion commented on what an articulate, deep thinker the dude is. On this occasion, he was particularly ON. His outlook on life is insightful, interesting and gives a person cause to think.

To make a long story short, I went on HIS blog to give it a quick read, and the following post Hit me right between the eyeballs. Yes I realise that this is stealing. BUT Johnny M, please forgive me:-)) I loved you message and want to share it, I feel like you will understand…SO have a read, take a moment, print this story and keep in in your purse…whatever.

"CHANGEI've been thinking about something lately.

Imagine this:You're on an airplane, sleeping with your head against the window, your heart set on being home this time three hours from now. All of a sudden, something goes very wrong. The plane stops moving across the air and instead starts falling through it. The lights are flickering and the movie is skipping. The plane dips hundreds of feet in seconds, and the yellow cups fall from the ceiling. They're a brighter shade of yellow than you remember, because unlike the demonstration, these cups have never been handled before. "Flight attendants take your seats now", you hear, the pilot's voice trembling over a cacophony of alert tones. You get that smell in the bridge of your nose like you've just been hit with a football. That's what the fear smells like. The plane is going down.Four more drastic drops in under a minute. People are crying. For all the folklore about how your life flashes before your eyes, you're remarkably fixed on one vision - your parents. They're sleeping at this very moment, in a bedroom so quiet they can hear the clock in the kitchen. And you can see them, clear as can be. You wish you could see a playground or a first kiss, but all you can see is your parents sleeping. Huh. Well, that's that.Several long minutes go by. Then, all at once, the lights come back on and the plane somehow rights itself. Some people cheer, but most people cry harder. The plane lands about an hour later, and as soon as you feel that touch down - hell, even when you were within 50 feet of the ground and could still technically survive a fall - you realize that however you brokered the deal between you and God worked; you've just been granted life in overtime.Here's the question: what do you change? Whom do you call that you haven't spoken to in years? Whom do you realize has been toxic to your heart and drop with surprising ease? What trips do you cancel, and what trips do you book? What can't you be bothered with anymore? What's the new you like?Think about that, and then ask one more question. Why not just change it all right now?(Working on it...)


Peace OUT