CurlyGirl. BigWorld.

Dear World, Today I feel pretty.  Not just the shallow word used by the nice aunt in the family that makes the best sweet potato pies.  Not the type of pretty that have parents swell with pride when looking at their genetic creation.  It's not even the pretty that gets occasional likes from selfies posted on social networks. Oh no!  It's the type of pretty that when you wake up, you feel like the epitome of everything it means to be a woman pretty.  It’s the type of pretty that has you waking up feeling as if you have a second skin.  This skin has a glow and although you have touched it a thousand times on this day the water from your morning bath permeates every pore and every follicle of hair.  The type of pretty that have you lingering just a few minutes longer savoring the caress as you put on your morning oils and lotions.  The type of pretty that has you touching your face and body, introducing yourself to new lines, shapes and marks that you never noticed before.  The

Only three steps away from the crackling fire, I am nestled in an oversized sofa with my favorite cashmere throw.  The candle warmer is working overtime emitting the fragrance of soft powder and jasmine wax purchased at the candle boutique days earlier and the music in the distance is a mix of smooth jazz and oldies.  I peer out the large bay window of the great room at the most picturesque vision. A mountain peak is covered in thick sheets of snow....Screeeeeeeech!!! All of this this would be amazing if it were real. However, the harsh reality is much less entertaining.  I am sitting here at my work desk covered in manila file folders drinking my morning cocoa and wishing this dream was my current situation.  One day it will be. That I am sure of. But right now I feel the itch of another escape surfacing and what is a curly girl to do? Draft my travel itinerary for 2015!!! This itinerary includes everything from tropical beach excursions, exotic cultural trips to family fun.

Hello World!   I've missed you!  I have been soooo busy lately.  I know I may sound so cliché right now but I really am.  However, I just can't stay away from you for too long.  So as I was going through my posts, I noticed that I did not submit the last post about dating.  However, I believe I want to keep this one short and sweet.    I saw a photo today posted by one of my Facebook friends and I must say it struck a cord with me. It is a beautifully illustrated image of a woman and man on a date. I began thinking about my dating life and the ones I've had over the years. Some were funny, romantic, mind numbing boring, and so amazingly over the top.  However, as I get older the more I realize times have changed.  When did dating become replaced by hanging out? As a 30 plus woman I have a very hard time taking anyone seriously even mentioning this.  Maybe it is a proposition to not scare off a commitment phobe or someone riding the fence about whether they are even