I like strong people. I admire a strong person, particularly of the female persuasion. I’m a sucker for powerful, feminine magnetism. I love a lady who has an effortless air of presence. It’s such an attractive quality to me.
One whom embodies such wily persuasions diverts my attention, in a good way. She pulls me forward and makes me want to be more. I get excited to spend time with her and share ideas.
When we share a vision, we take turns leading and following, pulling each other to ever higher plateaus. Don’t we all need someone in our life that inspires us?
My girl hooked me when I first heard her saying “my way.” The context was very sweet – raising money for charity before an evening out with her “Saturday night rock” (her now late father). I’ve never heard the use of those two simple words in that context before. Eloquent and poignant in hindsight.
She always does things her way. Her way is wickedly compassionate. Her way is awesomely considerate. Her way is lovingly sweet. Her way is outrageously authentically hers in all the good ways a “way” could be.
Her way is becoming my way and I’m glad we are travelling in the same way together. I hope to see her rolling in the dough my way…or hers. I’m indifferent.