Monday, May 7, 2012

A. New. Me.



Standing on the edge of the precipice.

With the wind whipping around me, tugging me forward.

Laughing with wild abandon as I take. One. Step. Forward.

Is rebirth always this exhilarating? Wind-whipped and wild?

I fall.

Into. A. New. Me.


Falling happily into the precipice,
Penelope

8 comments:

Tom Stronach said...

Frolicking with chipmunks in the garden and leaping into a 'New You'Just how many Martini's did you have yesterday Missy.......;

Penelope said...

Heeeeeee! I swear I didn't! I'm just excited because I am starting a new "path" as an author of children's books...with a new name and a new persona. I feel like Frankenstein. "It's alive!" :^)

lemonverbenalady said...

A cocktail book for children, perhaps?:-}Those kids are going to have an education of some kind! Congrats to my favorite tiara wearing children's author. Tiara must be involved even if cocktails and beards, aren't? I'm getting warmer! Oh, maybe it's a latent hot flash! xxoo Nancy

Penelope said...

Oh my God! Cocktails for kids! You are brilliant, Nancy. I am working on a weenie dog story about my lovie, Lucy. She's gonna be a star! (And maybe I'll do a story about her tiara, too). :^)

Casey Wyatt said...

Congrats to the new you!Happy writing. I can't wait to see the final product.

Julia Rachel Barrett said...

Whoa. You writing poetry now? Uh, no, Frankenstein you're not - more like, um, a butterfly.

Penelope said...

Thanks, Casey! Me too!

Penelope said...

OK, Julia, I'll take the butterfly over Frankenstein.