In an otherwise rather dull season of granny bags and mid calf (eeeek!) skirts, there is one very bright spot: jewel-tone colours! Watch my latest video to see my favourite jewel-tone clothes and accessories from my own wardrobe and how I plan to put them together. Enjoy…
I have recently been re-awakened, re-energized and strengthened. How cool. I have just returned home from spending an entire week in Toronto with a remarkable man and his phenomenal team – I attended the Bob Proctor Matrixx Seminar (yes, Matrix with an extra x).
Bob Proctor is an international bestselling author and a world renowned public speaker on the subject of personal development. His teachings are based on decades of study that began when his life changed dramatically after reading Napoleon Hill’s book, Think and Grow Rich. (Read it if you haven’t.)
Bob’s book, It’s Not About the Money, had a profound effect on me and I suggest that anyone who has deep-rooted issues with money should read it! Bob is well known to millions because of his involvement with the movie, “The Secret”, and if that is all you know of him, I encourage you to seek out his books. His philosophy is so much deeper than what is revealed in “The Secret”.
If you want to make more money and enrich your life in every way, please read You were Born Rich, also by Bob Proctor. You will learn the process of dreaming, visualizing, setting goals, taking action, believing and persevering. You will learn to tap into your unlimited potential and realize your own phenomenal power.
My fellow attendees inspired me; open-minded, entrepreneurial men and women from all over the world. We have formed valuable and meaningful bonds.
My goal is set. I am feeling strong and I am ready to be a successful entrepreneur.
I am extraordinarily fortunate and eternally grateful.
How lucky I am to have met you through your site. You make me smile and feel that everything will be OK in my life and that I don’t need to marry, live in the burbs and be a ‘certain something’ because that’s what’s required from a woman at 30.
My question to you is this: before one even starts to dream, how does one find the courage and energy to dream? I have struggled with a wacky divorce and the death of my father all in one year…I feel like I have no energy left to dream, but I also desperately want meaning. What is the source of that vital dream energy and what inspires you to keep going, dreaming and come back to connecting with yourself/who you truly are?”
- Searching Soul
Dear Searching Soul,
Thank you so very much for your question. Nothing makes me happier than to hear that I inspire you and make you smile – wow!! Thank you! I am, however, very sorry to hear of the loss of your father and that you have been through other difficult times lately.
The first thing that comes to mind when I read your question is this: try to stop to “desperately want meaning.” Accept the fact that you have been through a tough time and that it is OK to be sad. Allow yourself to wallow for a bit. Let go of the need to make sense of it all. The funny thing about life is that when you relax and “let go,” your energy will come back and you will start to feel better. It is so important to stop “fighting” our feelings. That said, seeking inspiration during difficult times will definitely expedite your road to happiness.
When I have had to deal with sadness and fear, I wallow and accept that it is a bad time BUT I ALWAYS tell myself that this too shall pass and I tape the following mantra somewhere where I can read it often throughout the day:
“What I desire is on it’s way. It will arrive precisely on the universe’s timetable, not on mine. Everything that I am experiencing now is disguised as a problem, but I know that it’s a blessing. What I desire is on its way and it’s coming to me in amounts even greater than I can imagine. This is my vision and I will hold on to it in a state of gratitude, no matter what.”
~ Wayne Dyer (from his book Inspiration)
Following this little ritual daily during difficult times has helped me immensely – what it does is give you hope. When you see the hope and believe that things will be great for you again, you will start to dream. Dreaming should not require effort as it should be a beautiful, joyful and exciting past time. Closing my eyes and visualizing a pretty fabulous life is like going to a great movie for me. I love the process as there are NO limits to it! Remember, NEVER apply logic to your dreams. Make them weird, wonderful, outlandish and absolutely fabulous. They should make you smile and feel good and you must NEVER try to figure out “how.”
To help you to start to reconnect with your true self, I highly recommend that you read books by enlightened people – authors like Wayne Dyer, Eckhart Tolle and Stuart Wilde helped me immensely. In fact during 2009, Wayne Dyer’s book Inspiration had an enormous impact on me by filling me with hope and optimism. Spend as much time as you can being quiet and alone. Realize that you are a perfect being who can have or be anything that you can possibly dream – you have everything that you need right now to be what your heart desires.
You ask me about having the courage to dream and to this I say, “You do not need courage to dream!!” You know why? Because dreaming MUST be done with NO logic or limitations – you do NOT have to have a single clue about how to make the dreams a reality. Just dream anyway and have immense fun with it! When dreaming big is a frequent thing for you, life will begin to show you the way. That is when you require courage to follow the little clues that will begin to come along.
For now, you have been through enough. All you need to do is DREAM without limits or reason. Relax and enjoy the journey! It is evident from your letter that you are someone who seeks answers and solutions therefore I know that life will turn around for you soon.
I send you joy, hope, and happy dreams,
I love fab fall fashion! And for this season, I am currently obsessed with two young American designers, Phillip Lim and Alexander Wang. Why do I love them so much? Because they are creative, edgy, unique, and at the same time, wearable.
In the photo below, you can see a few of my favorite pieces from their latest collections. Be sure to watch my video (above) for more from these great designers. I also share some other tips on hot trends for this fall: mustards, browns, cobalt blues, leathers – all must-haves!
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The Conclusion to Chapter 1
When we got up to the hotel room, Bombshell disappeared into the bathroom and Bentley threw me up against the wall kissing me hard. There was a wet spot in front of my dress and it wasn’t his…I was ravenous. I felt deliciously wicked and I did not want to care about anything. However, it was impossible to ignore the fact that Bombshell and I were sharing a room – I had to tear myself away.
I accompanied Bentley down to the lobby and, just like kids, we waited for an empty elevator and resumed our passionate kissing. He left and I spent the rest of the night feeling as though I was going to explode. I could not sleep – not even close. My heart beat so hard it felt as though it was in my head, not in my chest. I was crazed. I felt insane and out of control with lust. When morning finally came, Bombshell and I decided that after too much wine and no sleep, we would extend our city trip by one more day. I tried to release some pent-up energy by running on the treadmill and I honestly thought that at some point, I’d collapse in a heap and finally get some sleep. It was not to be – I might as well have been strung out on cocaine.
I met up with Bentley for lunch and by now I realized that I was like a runaway train – I wanted, I needed, I had to have sex with this man somehow, somewhere. During lunch, I asked – based on something that was said the night before – if he was married. He did not hesitate. “Yes,” he said, but indicated that he is at a crossroads in his life and would rather not be. For some crazy reason, none of it mattered to me. He had to rush off to a meeting and had a client dinner that night. We HAD to figure out a time and a place to hook up. How about six the next morning? Shit, at this point I’d take whatever time slot I could get. The wanting, the lust, the desire and chemistry were beyond all logic and reason.
Bombshell kindly agreed to clear out for the night, but the hotel was full to capacity so she spent the night at a different one across the street. Now that’s friendship! We have split our sides laughing about it. We still didn’t know whether the “wake-up” call would actually happen – I suspected that in the sobriety and clear-headedness of morning, he might well chicken out. He didn’t.
There was a knock on the door at 6:15 AM. Again, I had hardly slept but I was fully prepared, clean and fresh with a black La Perla bra and thong on under my white hotel robe. Who the hell was this woman and what had she done with me? The second the door closed, we started to kiss. I peeled off his clothes and discovered that under the layers of outdated fabric, he had been hiding a strong, fit body.
This man opened the floodgates for me. I have never been so turned or had better sex in all my life – not even close. For over an hour, he drove me crazy. It was all about me. I was in heaven. He was a machine. I was apparently a Goddess – how fabulous.
Yes, so I know what you’re thinking, I’ve realized it too: I don’t think that he got to be such a brilliant lover by being faithful to his wife for the past three decades…the good or the bad news is that for now, I really don’t care. He showered and we parted company with some idea of each other’s schedules for the next few days and an intention to keep in touch.
Who knows what the future holds? What I do know is that I have been reawakened. The universal force responded to my request. Yes, I believe that I was meant to meet this stranger and have passionate sex with him despite the fact that he is married. My sometimes gut-wrenching sadness over the demise of my long relationship has all but disappeared. My fear of a future alone and without passion has vanished. I can still attract men. I am still sexy and I am powerful and capable.
I also know after all my soul searching in the last 5 months, that I will never again be at the mercy of a man for my complete livelihood or lifestyle. Despite Ferrari’s extraordinary generosity, such vulnerable dependence has left me with a gaping hole in my life. I know that I have to have my own business and live completely independently. It is what I am meant to be. I am destined to become the person that I thought I was supposed to marry. Thank you, Gloria Steinem.
Yesterday, I received an e-mail from my lawyer outlying the possible financial settlements that I could face after separation. I went for a walk up in the beautiful sagebrush covered hills behind the house and contemplated my situation. After a while, I came to the clear-headed conclusion that I cannot have a full-blown affair. Apart from the obvious emotional and moral complications, I need to be very careful for the sake of peaceful negotiations with Ferrari. A one-night stand, or a one-morning stand in this case, is completely OK with me given that our relationship has been half dead for a while now. Besides, Ferrari is apparently seeing some old bird from Montreal (for quite some time according to some unsolicited “informers”). I feel no remorse, only gratitude and relief.
Actually, I never thought that I’d have sex with a married man but I have always debated the issue in my head when mistresses are ruthlessly blamed for ruining a marriage or for hurting a member of the sisterhood. Oh, and believe me, I have been on both sides of the equation. The truth is, a married man cheats either because he is in an unhappy marriage (and doesn’t have the balls to do anything about it), or because he’s an arsehole – neither of which is the fault of the mistress. Naturally, I blame the man. I am not yet certain which category my particular Mr. Unfaithful falls into – time will tell, but like all of them I suspect, he pleads the former.
Either way, he is a spectacular lover and I will be eternally grateful to him for reawakening my passion.
So the question is this: did I have the courage of my conviction or did I have a full-blown affair anyway? Tune in next time to find out!
Copyright – Jacquie Somerville
“Hello, my name is Jacquie Somerville and I am a shoe addict.”
Yes, the world economy is crashing again, stock markets are plummeting, uncertainty reigns and what do I do? Why, I go shoe shopping, of course! And not just for any shoes…Dior shoes in particular.
Given all the stunning shoes in the world, let me explain my preference for being shod by the House of Dior. Yes I know, Louboutins have the hype as Manolos did before (and naturally I have a few of each), but let me tell you with authority, that the illusive combination of high heeled style and comfort belongs solely (pun-intended) to my collection of lavish, luscious, luxurious Diors.
They look good and they feel good and what more could a shoe addict possibly want?
And yes, my shoe addiction could perhaps land me in debtors prison one day but no, I don’t wanna go to rehab…
My darlings, strap on your heels and STRUT…