A certain amount of flexibility.

I've been thinking to myself that if anyone was to ask me about the current state of my life (this will probably never happen. Who walks up to you and says - Excuse me, how would you describe the current state of your life?), I'd probably say 'in limbo'. It got me thinking..this phrase that I've heard used by so many people, and quite frequently by moi, what does it really mean?

I went to a 70s theme party once while in high school, and one of the high points for the less fat and more flexible guests was a limbo contest. I'm pretty sure you know what this is, but if you don't, there's no need to bend over backwards to find out (Ha, ha).
Just go here.

This cannot possibly be what people are talking about when their lives are in limbo. I mean what - "My life is so ugh that I want to dance and possibly pull a few muscles?" I firmly think not.

And then, I did what I do when I have a question. Googled it. And this is what I found -

Definition 1:

In Catholic theology, Limbo (Latin limbus, edge or boundary, referring to the "edge" of Hell) is a speculative idea about the afterlife condition of those who die in original sin without being assigned to the Hell of the damned. Limbo is not an official doctrine of the Roman Catholic Church or any other. Medieval theologians described the underworld ("hell", "hades", "infernum") as divided into four distinct parts: hell of the damned (which some call gehenna), purgatory, limbo of the fathers, and limbo of infants.

HOLY scary explanations Batman!....this is a bit extreme.

Definition 2:

Limbo (Dungeons & Dragons), a plane of existence in Dungeons & Dragons representing pure chaos and uncertainty.

Erm..let's not play games here.

Definition 3:

The Amstrad PCW's bundled word processing software, LocoScript, used the term "in limbo" to refer to files which had been deleted but which could still be restored, a concept similar to that later implemented by the Trash in the Apple Macintosh and the Recycle Bin in Microsoft Windows 95.

Innnnteresting..but still unsatisfying.

Definition 4:

Differing slightly from the original meaning, in colloquial speech, "limbo" is any status where a person or project is held up, and nothing can be done until another action happens. For example, a construction project might be described as "in limbo" if political considerations delay its permit.

Now that seems rather close. I guess it's a bit of a stretch, and far more positive than its religious origin. I will settle for "stuck between 2 states". And when I move, you'll be the first to know.

Note: This post was influenced in part by the analytical nature of the new Sherlock Holmes movie (not), and inspired by Alton Brown's critical and investigative approach to all things food.

Weblished.

I'm co-authoring a blog series with my boss. I am officially a published writer I guess. Small step, but I'm excited.

Read it here -

Web Design for Print Designers (WD4PD)

:)

I've found maturity!

I was looking in the mirror the other day, and thought to myself.."Wow! my hair is a bit shinier where it wasn't before. That new conditioner may not have been such a useless purchase after all". On closer examination, the cause was determined to be what I think is my first grey hair. (Coming to terms with useless purchase..)

Living in a country that's obsessed against greying, sagging, wrinkling, and basically any other trapping that might suggest advancing age and being subjected to vast numbers of ads that each pimp a new product to help fight this dreaded occurrence, one would think it is the next big incurable disease. Tuck this, tighten that, lift this, touch-up that, pull this, smooth that, erase this, plump that..the list of action items is endless.

I was asked by someone last year if I'd start using anti-wrinkle cream when I hit 30. I certainly wasn't thinking about it..but this seems to be a hint of some sort. I suppose I can kinda see why it might be hard to accept that you can't be a nubile innocent forever, but that apart, I think there's a certain dignity to looking one's age. I mean, I don't want to look like the mother of 8 brats who's run to the ground and looks 60 when she's actually 28. That would suck. I think a few lines, a couple of wrinkles and a sprinkling of greys is perfectly acceptable. To me, it's a sign that I have arrived. In the league of adults, in the league of the dignified and stately, and that the wisdom that surpasses my years is finally out there for all to see, albeit with some peering and squinting on their part.

The other possibility is that marriage has not been kind to me. Hmm..no, I don't think that's the reason, though every time the spouse gets on my nerves I make it a point to rummage wildly through my head to pull out that one hair and say "SEE! See what you've given me in 4 years!?". He claims he can't see it and that I'm hallucinating about the pride of my entire head. Phooey to him. When the count changes to one black hair, I might be tempted to change my tune but for the moment, I'm going to revel in my new found maturity.

Annnnnnd...its here!

A New Year, a new decade, and a new phase of possibilities and experiences. As a child, I was told that on New Year's Day I should do a bit of everything that I want to happen for me in the new year. Which meant loosely, do your holiday homework, don't be on the phone all day and you might have a decent year without us getting on your case.

There's no more holiday homework, and my friends definitely don't have the time to sit and talk vetti nonsense for 3 hours at a time, and I realize I can't possibly cram a year's worth of expectations into one day.

So far I've managed to catch a dance performance, meet some friends, sleep in, cook a nice lunch with the hubster and have a chilled out day with a movie and a birthday celebration to go to. I have no complaints if that's the trend for this year :)

Have a FAB 2010 all!