The women of Beverly Hills
When I see older women in their fancy Bentley’s and at the valet with their Aston-Martin, I see myself. It is like looking in the mirror at my future self. Inside of many of these women is the young naive single girl that moved to Beverly Hills with a dream. Many of them leaving behind families, small towns, but all going after bigger better things in life.
The first time I left home I went to Spain- always being dramatic, the last time I was home and the first time I really ‘ran away’ I had a first class ticket and arrived in PHX in a fur coat! Talk about being dramatic! I always had it in me. And so I never looked back and to this day I never let people tell me what I can and cannot do. I will never stop trying for the bigger, for the better, for the love I deserve. And sure, I will come across some really hard times… which I have, but I believe that how I handle those hardships speaks volumes to the person I am. Sometimes I do want to curl up in ball and cry, give up and have someone SAVE me. But from what? From myself? No… . from the life I have chosen because no one was there for me.
I didn’t choose to be a loner … I chose to be a TRAILBLAZER. And yes, I had to leave my family behind and the simple life I had. Because I pay my rent and I pursue my dreams, and I know that being a dancer is one part of my life but not even close to who I really am or what my heartwisdom is. Yet, for it I am judged by the men I want to love me, to say, you’ve done that long enough, let’s get you to higher ground … Not a prince to make my worries disappear, but certainly someone strong enough to see my hurt, my goals, and someone who shares my courage.
So when I see these ladies, I know why they chase youth … because in their youth their time was spent LIKE me, trying new things, being in the life, and in order to achieve what they have now… either they have businesses, married well, or both …
I’m pretty sure these women had no idea the heart aches they’d encounter, the assholes, or the bitches they have to deal with. Fast forward they have what they wanted, they have it all finally. And if not all at once, well, in pieces. Afterall, what is life if not single moments strung together to make a story?
I want the most interesting story of all.
