Thirty Something & Beyond

So here we are; ALIVE!  

Not dead by thirty like most of us thought.

 

What do you do now?   It’s a point in life when you realize you’re too old to let your common sense out smart you and you’re not sick enough to die an unsuspected death in your sleep while ironically wearing your favorite pajamas.  Oh yeah, with your favorite song on repeat too, after having your favorite meal in an obsessively clean house with fresh cut gardenias on your night stand and a subtle scented name brand candle burning through the night.  It will be hard for you to explain how your otherwise healthy ass woke up dead.  

At the very least I were to be the love interest of a suave Italian bank robber named Salvadore Viotelli who came to America for a hundred million dollar heist.  The one who couldn’t leave his newly discovered chocolate drop behind after I'd made a personal visit to the treasury to see what was up with my refund that day.  It was his love for me that spared the teller’s life after his eyes met mine overflowing with lust and fear quivering in a corner nearby panting, "take me, take me."

With our hearts throbbing in criminal unison and sirens blarring nearer; I was too fling myself into his arms moments before we levitated into the hovering invisible get-a-way copter just above our heads.  We were to jet set around the world eating exotic foods in remote locations losing our religion in the mile high club.   I would be fatally shot left to die in the snow moments away from my 30th birthday while exiting our private jet named, "Tesse"on a runway in Japan wearing Chinchilla and rare diamonds.  Salvadore would weep helplessly at my side throwing now worthless notes of green backs into the air like confetti that made  beautiful melancholic music as they crashed down against the blood stained snow.   Screaming at God in his native tongue and harmonizing with the voices in my head.  I would have closed my eyes, placed my right hand above my heart clutching my diamonds and died a beautiful death with my lips puckered for one last kiss.  "Goodbye Salvadore.  Te Amo Mi Amor!" 

But apparently that didn't happen. So here I am 36 alive and well; blogging for all it's worth with ball chain and a baby in tow.  No back up plan, just straight winging it....yikes!  

If I'd planned on living like I did dying I bet I'd bet be dead by now....SMH.

Toss the pills and be flexible with the plan.  Keep on living and just let the beauty of life unfold.  

 Take my Salvadore, Tesse and a few million if you must.....I'm done.  

I have my Esteban, Isabella and Hawaii.  

Not my plan..............Something bigger & greater was lurking

Hallelujah!

p.s.  "if you want to make God laugh; tell him what your plans are." 

Every second is the possibility for a miracle.....hang in there tiger

~twanna shontay~