Ticket to nowhere

Turning a year older in 2 days.


I feel aimless and strangely bereft. Like my youth is gone and all that is left is a dried-up husk of the former me.


Procrastination and indecisiveness obviously doesn't help.


Neither does sitting on my ass all day, waiting for something to happen.


I have to start doing something about it. Soon...

Hurricanes are named after me.
I am strong. I am tempestuous.
I am the calm of Audrey Hepburn.
Before the storm of Charlie's Angel.
I may not be able to read maps sometimes.
But at least I can ask for directions.
I love shoes, one pair is never enough.
I can do everything Fred Astaire did.
Backwards and in high heels.

I am a woman, hear me roar.