Success is a Job

my husband is in to fragrances.

mens.
womens.
new.
vintage.
mainstream.
niche.
expensive.
cheap.

the man knows his stuff and is willing to "pay for the juice". a recent favorite is a line called bond no. 9 -- an NYC-based perfumer which names it's potions for different parts (or people) of the city.

chinatown.
riverside drive.
andy warhol: union square.
coney island.
west side.
brooklyn.
bleecker street.
central park.

you get the picture...

when he has the time he'll surprise me with a handful of samples from saks -- stuff he's been researching or anticipating the release of for weeks. when he hands over the goods, i usually take the candy-wrapped flasks and stash them in my cosmetics drawer until i'm in a new york state of mind.

most recently gerald and i have been running around like we're on crazy pills, so these leisurely trips to saks for perfume have been few and far in between. i, personally, have been challenged more in the last few weeks than i ever have before...mentally, emotionally, spiritually. from weight loss to taking it to the next level at my job. i'm taking it from all angles here!

long story short, if anyone ever asks you "hey...would you like to have all of your sensibilities bum-rushed at once?" slap them and then slap their mom just for good measure. i'm nearly to a point where i am so exhausted that i look at that light at the end of the tunnel and think...

...nothing...i think nothing. the damn thing is so far away and i curse it for even being there and taunting me with it's presence!! i can't even fathom what's on the other side. what...i dunno...maybe smurfs? dancing smurfs? who wants that anyway? oh, it's not smurfs? it's the world's most enormous, most delicious, fat-free, weight loss inducing cupcake? jokes on you, light! cupcakes are against my religion!!

clearly i'm desperate for relief.

then one day i pulled my cosmetics drawer open and there it was. the newest bond no. 9 fragrance wrapped in orange with silver writing..."andy warhol: success is a job in new york".

success is a job? success is a job? success is a job?

success is a roll out of bed, figure out how not to look like a vagabond, fight traffic, get your coffee, wade through emails, sit in meetings, vent to your best gal pal, send the presentation, so frustrated right now i can't even see straight...job?

i will work at it.
i will not see immediate results.
i will be bruised and embarrassed.
i will be sore and tired.
i will cherish little victories.
i will learn and grow.
i will offer wisdom and advice when i can.
i will succeed.

mental...physical...spiritual success is a job.


p.s. my most sincere apologies for my recent hiatus