A Year for Me
The world is my mollusk and I am its pennyweight paragon, witty girl that I am. I have spent enough time surrounded by wet feet and confining shells, all held at the bottom of the sea. This is a year for me. I am going to climb over the rim of my briny brink and try myself against the fearsome winds of chance. Although souse is buoyant I feel strong enough to stand my ground. Time has come for life, open and raw, but I shall leave the clams to the casino.
Allow ticklish issues to make you laugh
HOLD THE LINE
Relax is not the same as give up.
Unwind is not fray.
Letting go doesn’t mean never grab hold.
It is important to have moderation in all things
Including moderation, exuberance and enthusiasm,
These are wonderful in their season
Too much and I could get an adrenaline addiction.
Make sure your song has more than one note
And make sure you sing more than one song in your life.
Change, interest and excitement are vital to my existence
If you take all the spikes and ridges
Out of your life line
It means you’re Dead.