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Rule No.1: The first and great commandment is: Don't let them scare you.

...and in this case, it's the years that have flown by! But i will not let them scare me! SO much has happened since I last wrote and I feel as though I am a completely new person. My heart has been broken many more times, and healed, then broken again. I've changed careers, my hair colour, my opinion, my attitude and of course changed my mind a thousand times. But some things never change, family is still there for me and my mad idea's, friends that have stuck by all the drastic hair do's and of course Bold and the Beautiful. Seriously, how is it that Brooke still looks 30 and Stephanie is still alive.

That all said, my point now will be to share with you a lot about what I have learnt from a book recommended by my older sister . It's brilliant, full of laughs, little tears and Oprah's "Aha" moments.

So watch this space, and remember, don't let them scare you.

Comments

Candy-Leigh said…
You rock and I miss you! Cos you're the Mary!!!
25 May 2011 at 10:57
Didi said…
in this time that you talk about we met, we are together, no matter the language, no matter the country... heart bits with one word: friendship, love... I love you, and pls, don´t let them scare you!
26 May 2011 at 00:28
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