My Article On ‘Brainhackers.com’ Has Gone Live!

I’m very proud to present the article I wrote for ‘Brainhackers.com’ earlier this month.

I was asked to write an article for that website and I’m quite honored about that. Enthusiastically I started writing and I hope very much not only the ‘Brainhackers’ readers are going to have a good read, but also my readers here on ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’.

You will find the article here:

 

Brain Lethargy – Age Or Technological Development

http://brainhackers.com/brain-lethargy-age-or-technological-development/

 

Let me know in the comments how you find it please, I’m curious.

Ageing. The inevitable truth. – Written By Barbara Rogers

I saw this amazing, truthful and in many ways memorable blog post on the “Barbara Bear” blog, written by Barbara Rogers. Thank you very much for sharing your thoughts on a subject many of us have problems with.


I saw this picture recently. It made me think. A lot. In the end I decided that it is such a beautiful, and poignant depiction of old age. One I had hoped to aspire to …. but now unlikely to achieve.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So what did I see?? I didn’t read the words at first, as I wanted to form my own opinion. Yes… we are permitted to have our own bleddy opinions!!

To read the entire blog post go to:

Ageing. The inevitable truth.

 

Valentine’s Day, Fitness, Love And Getting Older

A while ago I read an article recommending that authors should let their readers know about themselves. What are they doing in their free time? How are their lives? What do they like or dislike?

As a result, I decided to blog about Valentine’s Day, Love, getting older – and fitness.

These subjects came up in my life just lately, when I noticed I’m getting older. Did you ever realize, like me, that not long ago, you hopped drunk, from party to party, and suddenly every week another one of your body parts wants to see the doctor? Yes, that’s what I thought.

See, I’m trying to keep myself in acceptable shape, but I never considered myself being a person who gets up at 6 am to go jogging! – And I proved myself right!

In many ways, I do have problems to comprehend some people’s fitness obsession. A friend of mine bought herself an electronic counter to check meticulously how many calories she burns – at home! I didn’t drive myself to that extreme… I got a motion sensor.

I admit I don’t want to look skinny. I want to look like I can kick someone’s ass! It’s much more fun to be underestimated. Just in case someone wonders: yes, I do work out – at least once, but occasionally up to four times a week. And even if I don’t look like it, I can kick someone’s ass.

But workout or not, the progressing age is unmistakable. Again, not too long ago I couldn’t pass a construction site without hearing the well-known whistles or exchanging secret smiles or sexy leers. Nowadays I can’t even wink anymore! When I tried to act sexy last time and wink to a guy, I ended up in a clinic – with a suspected stroke!

Once again, on Valentine’s Day, I’m single. No flowers, no chocolate, no hearts, no love letters, nothing. It’s a bit sad, since I like – uhm… all of it. But hey, either you have someone who does that for you on his own account, or you don’t. Having a guy you need to remind… ain’t working for me.

But then, allow me a word on my own account, to my last lover:

“I know, you think, you’re a world class French-kisser. But please, French-kissing is generally ‘limited’ to the mouth. If I’d like someone slobbering all over my face, I’ll get myself a St. Bernard-puppy.

Oh – and by the way: when we made love the very last time… out of courtesy, I asked you politely if I was too heavy. Believe me, the answer “No, I always turn blue when having sex.” is really bad! No man should ever say, or even think that! You were supposed to suffocate with dignity!”

I think, I did all right, with permitting my readers and friends a peek into my private life, didn’t I? I hope you had as much fun reading as I had writing this post. (And enjoyed a good laugh too!)

I’ll end this post with Oscar Wilde’s last words on the deathbed: “Either this wallpaper goes or I do!” – The wallpaper won.


I hope you enjoyed the giggles and I wish you and your loved ones:

 

My Mirror, My Face and I

Dear face,

After all these years of our cooperation, I thought I’d send you a letter. Just in case you’re asking yourself what the reason for this outpour is, there are several.

First, I’d like to say that I know it wasn’t always easy with me. Sometimes I have wanton neglected you, provided you with too much sun, too much snow or salt water. I let you experience dirt, mud, heat, ice, height, wind and air that cold, you nearly froze. I withheld the cream you needed, the humidity and once in a rare while, I paved you with makeup.

We both have come a long way together, and you went through so much with me, I felt I owe you an apology.

It’s time to realize; we’re facing the time when we aren’t silky and smooth anymore.

I discovered one thing today: you provided me with laugh lines. Nobody knows better that I love to smile and it shows. Thank you for them!

You don’t make me look grumpy and old – you make me look radiant, no matter what I put you through.

And I promise you something: no matter how deep these laugh lines get: I will never try to hide them by filling them with powder. There’s no reason. You show my humor. This bone flour is nothing but an agricultural damage.

You and I will be together for another very long time, and my laugh lines will get deeper. Maybe gravity will kick in. (Believe me, you’re not alone; the rest of the body is in that process too.)

But no matter what we’re going to face together, I hope we’ll never be losing our smile, our laughter, the sparkles in our eyes and our laugh lines.

I know I wasn’t always happy with you. But I figure, all in all, I could have gotten it worse.
I want to say thank you for going all the way with me – and I wish us both good luck for the future.

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(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, June 2017)

Published before: June 14, 2017 on ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’

Picture courtesy of: http://www.google.com

The Day I looked Into The Mirror

Dear face,

 

After all these years of our cooperation, I thought I’d send you a letter. Just in case you’re asking yourself what the reason for this outpour is, there are several.

First, I’d like to say that I know it wasn’t always easy with me. Sometimes I have wanton neglected you, provided you with too much sun, too much snow or salt water. I let you experience dirt, mud, heat, ice, height, wind and air that cold, you nearly froze. I withheld the cream you needed, the humidity and once in a rare while, I paved you with makeup.

We both have come a long way together, and you went through so much with me, I felt I owe you an apology.

It’s time to realize; we’re facing the time when we aren’t silky and smooth anymore.

I discovered one thing today: you provided me with laugh lines. Nobody knows better that I love to smile and it shows. Thank you for them!

You don’t make me look grumpy and old – you make me look radiant, no matter what I put you through.
And I promise you something: no matter how deep these laugh lines get: I will never try to hide them by filling them with powder. There’s no reason. You show my humor. This bone flour is nothing but an agricultural damage.

You and I will be together for another very long time, and my laugh lines will get deeper. Maybe gravity will kick in. (Believe me, you’re not alone; the rest of the body is in that process too.)

But no matter what we’re going to face together, I hope we’ll never be losing our smile, our laughter, the sparkles in our eyes and our laugh lines.

I know I wasn’t always happy with you. But I figure, all in all, I could have gotten it worse.

I want to say thank you for going all the way with me – and I wish us both good luck for the future.

 

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(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, June 2017)

 

Picture courtesy of: http://www.google.com