New year, new you? Why? How about the world resolves to play nicer with us? I’ll go first.
Lottery in the billions? We know I’m meant for exotic beaches featuring drinks with umbrellas and handsome cabana boys inquiring whether Princess needs to book a massage this afternoon.
Laughing out loud while I write this, sitting at the car dealership getting an oil change.
A bestseller, so fans don’t think I’m superficial. Can we agree on brains and beauty? Just a tiny request, non?
A Pinterest closet and shoe collection come to life. With all those fancy places to go, I need the gowns, Chanel suits, and a separate room for shoes.
Time. Aah, the elixir of women of a certain age. Can we get up, sip extraordinary coffee for an hour or two, putz in the garden, read for a bit, lunch with the ladies, write in the afternoon, sip a dirty martini, extra dirty, followed by a light dinner and a delicious bath?
Are we asking too much to do it in a gorgeous home decorated to our liking, comingling comfort, style, and all our favorite stuff? And a patio lavished with fireplace, comfy, cozy overstuffed furnishings, and martinis at the ready?
Minimal exercise with maximum benefit. Sweating has never been a favorite. Perhaps a walk now and then, preferably on a beach in the Caribbean. Does scuba diving count? Okay, let’s do that.
Year after year, the girls twist themselves inside out to be better, do better, get out more, make a difference, make more money. Isn’t it time the world shifted our way? For lives spent giving–to husbands and children and the school and the community and the job.
Is it in the DNA of women to believe all change must be theirs? Perhaps it is your boss and not you. It’s possible some friends are toxic. Would Earth spin off its axis if you took a break, my dear?
Start slow. An unexpected inheritance from a long-lost relative. One of those tiny houses on social with the architectural detail of a castle and a garden to rival Martha’s. Two cats in the yard. Books to fill our days. And peace.
Isn’t that what it comes down to? It’s not really the stuff, the house, the vacays or the coffee. Well, yes it is the coffee. The girls just want to turn down the volume in their heads and get off the hamster wheel.
Universe, the girls have made their requests. You know what to do.
The Duchess Diaries 