Share Your World – Week 14


It’s that time once to share my world and the questions for this week are quite interesting.  Thank you, Cee, for a wonderful challenge!  Cee is an amazing photographer and I’ve been learning quite a lot about how to take amazing pictures from her wonderful blog, Cee’s Photography.

If you had to describe your day as a traffic sign, what would it be?

For some time now, this is me.  Totally me.  I want to do so many things, go so many directions (well, at least 2) but really I can’t.  Unlike in the past, when friends had to “pencil in” my address because I moved a lot, now I’ve been in one place for at least 7 years, and that’s saying a lot.  But inside my head, this is my sign.  Just don’t ask me for directions…


Is your hair short (total neck and ear showing), medium (covering ears and neck), long (below shoulders), extra long (at least halfway down your back) or bald?

My hair is long, growing below my shoulders and people still say it’s quite thick.  My hairdresser recently added layers to my hair to make it lighter since it was growing down the small of my back and it was quite heavy, especially when it was in a pony tail. I don’t really wear my hair long unless I’m at home.  At work, I always keep it up so many of my clients and students have hardly seen me with my hair down. Heck, even I don’t see myself a lot with my hair down either…

When you are with your friends, do your interactions include much touching—for example, hugging, kissing, rough housing, rubbing backs? Would you like to have more of this? (Note: the answers may vary depending on where you live on this wonderful planet.)

I grew up in a non-touchy feelly world.  Touching kinda equated with sex so there was NO touching involved, at least none that I saw among my relatives on my mother side (my father side kinda is touchy feely though, but I seldom hung out with them).  The cheek to cheek kiss was what we did when we met relatives and friends.  There were no hugs either.

When I was 16, my stepfather gave me this huge deep hug when my favorite cat, Robin, died, and that was the first time someone ever hugged me for real.  It sort of filled me up inside like nothing I’d ever felt before that I started bawling, both from losing my cat and from what I felt from that embrace.  It’s sad when you think about it but at least it started that new realization for me that touch didn’t necessarily equate with sex.

These days, I kinda am touchy feely but I try not to overload the person I’m with, although sometimes I revert to the pre-16 year old and don’t touch my companion at all.  Old habits die hard.

What do you feel is the most enjoyable way to spend $100? 

I’d probably get a good Thai Yoga session.  A real one at that where you get stretched and pressed at the same time, the perfect combination to loosen tight muscles and joints.

Thai Massage for the Table
Now THIS is Thai Yoga or Traditional Thai Massage. It’s amazing!

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

This week, I’m grateful for slowly getting organized with my novel writing.  Writing a historical novel – romance or adventure or whatnot – is no mean feat and I just realized while doing the A to Z Challenge about how disorganized I’ve been, and how my story so far, is a mess at 90K words.

For next week, I’m looking forward to this class I’m teaching coming to an end and I get a month break.  “It couldn’t come any quicker,” said one of my students – “jokingly,” he belatedly added – much to his regret for even saying it – but I couldn’t agree with him more.  I do love teaching, don’t get me wrong – I just wish the students were more into it despite its intensive schedule (3.5 hours per meeting instead of 1.5 hours per meeting, so after 2 hours, their eyes have glazed over).  But most of the class seem interested in it – I just wish they retained it long enough to answer the quizzes right…

Share Your World

Daily Prompt: Write Here, Write Now

Write a post entirely in the present tense.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us NOW.

Alright…smile, smile, smile…not so wide or he’ll think you’re crazy or something.  Oh why oh why is this beautiful man lying on your mat, girl?  And face up, for that matter.  You must have done something good to deserve this – but not good enough because he ain’t in your bed, that’s for sure.

Oh wait, ethics.  Don’t forget your professional ethics.  Goodness, you’re a professional, for crying out loud.  Take a deep breath now.  In and then out.  In and then out.  Don’t hyperventilate. That’s a good girl.

Just imagine that he’s a normal guy, maybe some guy with the most normal face.  No, don’t look at his face right now, just do what you normally do.  If you can remember it.    Palm presses.  Yes, that’s it.  Palm presses up the feet, then down, and up again.  Move up the legs, towards the – oh, wait, maybe not too high.  Now make your way back down.  Deep breaths, that’s a good girl.  And don’t bother with the blood stop – it ain’t gonna happen.  At least not today.  You’re too crazy crushing right now, your hands just might end up where they’re not supposed to be.

It’ll die down, I promise.  This feeling that makes you just shiver all over because he’s just too gorgeous to be true and goodness gracious he’s your client.  Maybe not after you’re done with him because you’re staring at him too much. So stop staring.  Smile.  Not too wide.  No, better yet, don’t smile.  Your zygomaticus whatever is cramping.  Be professional.  If you remember how being professional actually is supposed to be.

And maybe next time when he calls for an appointment, maybe you should just say you’re booked.  Like, forever.

Because, girl, this is just not gonna do.

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