The Beauty Sleuth

Before the blush has even come off a new year, I rush out into it, bull in a china shop style, just to see if I can out-smart Old Man Time. He and I have been running this life-marathon for longer than I can remember, and I am not sure where he manages to get his bag tricks but somehow he stealths me every time and the year just seems to slip away. Now I am not going to complain about that too much because I have a few tricks of my own for the old guy and I always leave benchmarks along the way, just in case there was a notion I may have been sitting around picking daisies. At the end of the year, I make a mental tally of things achieved, people I wanted to get to know better, things I wanted to do with my kids, husband, family and usually end up feeling ok about it all.

I don’t know if I make a difference, but I try to and that’s something I put value on. I am grateful for all those who gave and shared and took risks with me , cried and laughed til it hurt. You all make a difference in my life. I am grateful to love what I do and thank my lucky stars that I have the most amazing people around me who support all my wild and wacky dreams and ambitions. Without you, I think I would be wallowing in a boo-hoo-hoo-fest, a long time ago. Anyway, this year’s race is almost done, and while its been challenging, I am satisfied.

To O.M.T— I’ll be waiting for you,. Let the race begin!

Joyeux Noël to all

TBS