Ignorance is bliss, many say. And perhaps that is why I feel like I’m going berserk most of the time. The question of developing towards my absolute potential is something that has been on my mind a lot lately.
Though sometimes I feel like I’m just feeding into my delusions of grandeur, my gut tells me that I’m meant for much more—a better body, a better home, a better job, a better boyfriend (or one to start with).
King? You are such a copycat. But if imitation is the sincerest form of flattery (and flattery goes a long way with me, Honey) then I’m honored. How is that even before I clicked on your youtube link, I started to sing the “Wonder Woman” theme to myself? I guess I’m just a QoaCA (Queen of a Certain Age; pronounced kwo-ache-a; not to be confused with cloaca, which is like a chicken’s vagina or something).