I am a corporate trainer getting ready to move into retirement. I love writing business articles but feel my creativity has suffered because of it. I want to get it back and learn some techniques in the process.
Merlot and Morality
I haven't been in a bar alone in a long time. Who am I kidding? I have never been in a bar alone. I am not even sure what to order. I just saw a movie about wine, and it seems that Merlot was mentioned, but I don't think it was mentioned as THE wine to order. I am sure red is appropriate, and since Merlot is the only name I can remember and can pronounce correctly. Merlot it is.
Here I sit, surrounded by boxes. Small, medium, large, and gigantic boxes. Boxes that contain my life. Why is this move making me feel so old? There is no adventure here as I had in my younger days. There is very little to plan for as there is less of my life ahead of me than behind me. Everything I own is in these boxes. When this is done, I will own one less thing—a home.
The Lion in Me
Ten planets, twelve signs, and twelve houses, no wonder my Lion doesn't know which way is up, down, or out most of the time. I love reading my horoscope and see a lot of myself in the overall traits exhibited by Leos. But there are so many areas where my self-view and the astrologer's view differ.
Lately, I have all but stopped looking in the mirror, and a one-time snap and post selfie has turned into twenty before I have the nerve to post the final filtered version. What is with those crow’s feet? Have they gotten so pronounced that Botox doesn’t work anymore? And, oh my god, what happened to my neck? Let’s not even think about letting someone see me naked. It’s a good thing I’m single. I even hide myself from myself. I do not look in the mirror until I at least have a towel wrapped around me. When did this happen?