Missing unreality

The night owl is on the prowl. Bed time calls out, but fails miserably as I insist on writing. Note to self: Bad habits must be axed before I age uncontrollably. Standing joke between me and a dear friend that we may wake up one fine day and find that we have aged 20 years overnight. Acceleration you know, after all those stubborn, unnecessarily late nights.

So I have been posting quite a bit - in secret. Posts that remain in draft form and are not published. I realise I am very much a private person afterall. Part of what keeps this blog going is the (perhaps foolish) belief that not very many people are reading and this pretty much documents my deepest thoughts that are locked up safely in cyberspace. Yet there are thoughts that I would rather remain with myself, for now. Perhaps I will share when ready.

Anonymity. It is a treasured thing. Very much taken for granted, and very much cherished when lost. Ask them celebrities; I am certain they will not cease nodding.

In other news, I love a great tui na massage and a miracle facial. Pampered to death today. Love spa-ing (forgive the non-english word). It brings me for that little moment a glimpse of heaven. So now you know, I am a superficial, pretentious yuppie...

Well, seriously, I have never been more tense in the past 20ish years of my life, as I have been in the last five. The latter spent working, obviously. The Lovely Masseuse from China - sleazy sounding, but she is really this wonderfully chatty lady who works miracles with her nimble hands - found out today, after almost a year of dishing out her power massages to yours truly, my occupation in the real world.

"Oh. You know, I have some other customers who are lawyers too."

"And all of their bodies are like yours!"

"You must fight a war, everyday."

True. I go to war everyday, and pray there isn't an unexpected landmine that blows up in your face. With no intention of griping, I do wonder, yet again, if there is an end to this all. My poor physical body, at least, is crying out for mercy.

Lovely Chinese Masseuse has changed my mind about those from her homeland. I would admit to deep prejudice, based on various reasons and experiences. So yes, I am ashamed at stereotyping once again. Don't we all need a little wake up call from our preconceived notions of so many people, of so many things, and of Him and how we expect Him to move in our lives. As I commented in another blog, the beauty of being human is that we could not be boxed in. And so much more, the Lord.

It's been a mish mash of thoughts. But that is pretty much where I am on a very early Saturday morning. With Cotton Wool for a Brain. Cannot wait to catch up with a Dearest Friend tomorrow. One of the precious gems in my life that keeps me going.

xx
claire.