Today’s PPK Post.
Posted: August 20, 2010 by She Blossoms… in Creekside Princess
I wake up, it’s a bad dream
No one on my side
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
To be fighting
Guess I’m not the fighting kind
2nd Stanza of Bad Dreams by Keane
Sometimes, you wake up, and you just can’t get out of the bad dream. Most of the time, you just need to hold on just a little longer, and things get better. That does not mean you should stay in a bad place hoping it will get better. You have the power and the ability to make your world a better place. And if the axis it is stuck on just cannot change, you need to remind yourself what a unique and talented person you are, and then head out and find a world that is just right for who you are. Whatever the case, remember :
Each time we face our fear, we gain strength, courage, and confidence in the doing.
This week on The Princess Project we made a stop at in Nandi with a review of The shrunken dream by Jane Tapsubei Creider.
Then we sipped at some poetry with Poetic Wednesday: The Lost Tear.
We have had some quiet in the Queen Stories. We need your help. If you know an extraordinary lady who derserves to be acknowledged please feel free to nominate them by sending an email to us at email@example.com. Don’t let those special women go on without knowing just how special they are.
And to what you have been waiting for; this week’s episode of Creekside Princess – The Big City!
Gaby grinned, hoped that Chris wouldn’t tell how fake that grin was, either. “Yes, I can. I thought Mombasa was the only place where crazy things happen.”
Gaby sighed, and started to get the chairs up on tables in the lounge area. It was routine. Sometime after midnight on weekdays, the clientele would dwindle out. Chris would probably have to get the odd plastered customer out and get a taxi cab for him. And Gaby would be getting cleaning up at the bar. Then Chris would come in to help put the chairs up so that the cleaning crew would have it easy to go over the floor as fast as possible.
He was looking at her with a curious expression. Gaby knew that no matter how tough he acted, what had happened last night had jarred him. But he did not have a choice. His reason for lack of choice was different from hers. He simply had no choice, because this was his life. Read the rest…
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