What if I change tomorrow?

That day sitting in my living room with my friend's 21 years old daughter (actually today she is a very good friend too) eulogizing this new OPI nail polish colour I discovered at the salon - suddenly I looked up struck by a dark dark thought and asked her with trepidation "K what if I were to change tomorrow?" 

This thought fills me with something akin to terror - what if I stop getting excited about things small or big? 


As long as it makes me happy, I can carry on about a new nail colour, a new pair of shoes, a new dress, my first brush up-close with beautiful horses, the flowers someone sent me, a new watch, a new book or a play or a movie, a new work of art, a new dish that I tried or made,  a new bakery I went to or a new flavour of dark chocolate, a new workout I designed, a drive on the sea-link, the rains on my window, the moonbeams on a terrace, the waves from my living room, a child's happy smile on the streets - anything that gives me joy basically, with infectious enthusiasm, till the person sitting across wants to get a metal zipper and stitch it on, probably ! 

When I shared this fear with my girlfriend Jo - she dismissed with alacrity ‘Indi don’t waste your time thinking about the impossible!’ God bless her! A wave of relief washed over me!!!! 


I don't want to live life any other way than the one I follow now - with a constant sense of wide-eyed wonder!