You ought to know(an unwell thinking post )!

Throw me a line Your idea of success is?

You ought to know(an unwell thinking post )!

Dearest,A sick day. It was. I had planned on writing but cannot do anything but take Tylenol Et pretend to rest. Which is clearly not me.
Oui I am unwell. I swear to you, getting older is a fU meet up. I think when I got to 40, I was a legit mess because I was greeted by a different perspective. Luckily I meet women in their late twenties Et thirties Et I smile, because they have no idea the many humanly Èmotions that wait to utterly ruin them.
I Beg to not differ.
But then I look at these idiotic humans living their best life with their status Et Botox with lips so full I wonder what bee stung them

but dearest world, they are bloddy happier than you Et I and Hemming ever was.Imagine that. But as a woman Et a mother Et a wife Et now a writer I fear that sir Hemming was right, the more smarter you become the more realistic your view in life is.
It’s rather sad. Well I have to tell you this, when I lived in the brookvilles, I had all kinds of dinners I must adhere to Et I met so many people, had so many dinners Et tea times that right now my husband couldn’t dare get me to sit in a fancy restaurant Et eat whatever the heck humans do.I rather eat porridge

…from Jean Georges to this.
A big climb non?Any ways, I had dinner once at prime with a very capable, successful Et charming couple. I never forgot it. They had risen to exceptional success in their young lives. Kind too they were. She was rather a beauty. The limbs of a model, but the smile of a true woman in love. I write this because I actually see their story unfold, Et it is the portrait of life.

He, today is very ill. He has cancer. She is expecting their second child. God, if you are reading this Et you too are on top of the world, literally because your success makes you feel that great, look around you. Understand the nature of life, love, kindness Et deeds. When I was young I had zero relations with my birth mother, in fact she was never there, my father was the greatest man in private aviation. Et the sad part?
Failed me. Both.

They wonder why I am a mother first. I care not to steal the crown off Jane g’s head. Or Jk Rowlings. I am in my 40’s and I am so grateful to say this, but I have lived it all Et had it all and now all I want to do is write my purpose, hold God to my very aching heart and stay in my line.
Like I always did. Most of my life at least.

Funny though, they call me the queen of cold.

Well at least I am of colour

So my message is all kinds, don’t be so great you forget the man above. And don’t be so wealthy that you forget you too shall die one day, like the love of Emeline’s B life.
And don’t be so uppity, that you forget that you are but once a man Et twice a child.
Et mostly, don’t forget my darlings, don’t forget that it’s not your wealth Et staggering looks that too shall soon fade avec Your elaborate status quo, remember

it all fades. Only kindness Et your heart full of deeds that remain.

See, there is a lot of
good and things remarkable
you can mirror from a poor man.

He lives simplistically Et finds
joie in life
without all the jazzy theatrics of
acquirements.

Thought you ought to hear this, because every time I pass by the country club, I want to get out of my Porshe Et walk barefeet on their greens. Et they look at you like , “oh my gosh this is my game.”

I yelp.

They behave sooo privilege only to hold a golf stick Et hit a ball.
Give me a break you polo wearing freaks