So many things changed
once I became internationally famous.
Yoga, for
instance. Sure, it’s still a big sweaty
mess. Sure, it’s still packed cheek to
jowl, an exercise in concentration and, sometimes, forgiveness.
It’s not that. It’s the way the other yoginis look at me now.
“My mat was next to
her a couple times, before she made it big,” I’d hear someone whisper. “You know she can’t do crow pose.”
That’s a lie. I could do it if I wanted to. I just don’t want to.
But this isn’t about
whether or not I can do crow pose. This
is about how much easier and fulfilling my life turned out to be once I became famous.
And it’s not just the
fame, but the money! The silk socks, the
hairdresser who now lives in the pantry!
The chauffeur-driven limo to the bus stop and the fur-lined bus pass! Who knew it would be so satisfying?
It wasn’t always this
way. I was once like you, struggling, yearning. But all that changed once my genius was
discovered.
I mean, don’t get me
wrong: I still put on my rich-people
pants one leg at a time. It’s just that
now, I’m surrounded by smiling toadies who tell me how well I do it.
And it’s true – I do
put on a mean pair of pants.
But how, you ask, did this happen? And more importantly, how can someone like
yourself get a piece of this action for yourself?
It’s easy! Are you ready? Because this is crazy easy! Lean closer, because this is going to change
your life…
Huh?! Wha –? Who –?
Oh, geez; I’m sorry. I must’ve
drifted off!
Sorry about that. Where were we?
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32 comments:
When I become rich and famous the first thing I'm getting is a fur lined bus pass.
The chauffeured limo to the bus station is just silly though, it should be an easy walk, especially if you had someone to carry your bag.
Life inside your head is fantastic! How does it compare with the one on Nicolet?
Something tells me Liza Bean and Dolly Gee have more than a cursory insight into getting rich quickly. Perhaps they will share the secret whilst practicing the sleeping kitty pose...
Day dreams are a wonderful thing aren't they?
Can I get an autograph? Please, please.
I was going to send a check to help maintain your lifestyle, but clearly you don't need it.
You'll be famous one day, Pearlie. Mark my words! (I have always wanted to say "Mark my words!" So thanks for that.)
:)
Thank you for that bright uplifting dream, Pearl.
Oh, that's the dream we all have, Pearl. Waking up is hard, isn't it?
Was there perchance Nyquil involved in the writing of that post?
And p.s. - when my balance is off? I sit on the bed and put my pants on TWO legs at a time. They are not, however, rich people pants. But still. You should try it.
If you were really famous, someone would be doing the yoga for you😉
The crow? That sounds dangerous to me.
Why don't you just hire someone to do the crow pose for you?
I once pulled an intercostal doing the cobra . . . no thanks!
Hari OM
Drat - I was all ready to start using our tenuous connection as a boast point in my blogs... YAM xx
You had me at fur-lined bus pass. Dream on, Pearl!
Yoga is my favorite Star Wars character.
Cheek by jowl is so much better than cheek by cheek isn't it?
And thank for for the awed smiles with which I have started my day.
Pearl keep writing like this and you'll be famous. Perhaps not for the right reasons but famous none the less.
This is all good. The Pearls of Post is great and so are all the comments. Sometimes the best part is coming late to the party.
Yeah, have someone else to do your crow pose. You're much too busy signing autographs.
Dang flat keyboard....still adjusting to this laptop. I typed "Pearls of Wisdom Post" but somehow erased my wisdom.
When I get famous I shall buy the services of someone who can do the crow pose for me. Why should I have to get my hands dirty and my face all red?
But you ARE famous missus! ;-)
XXX
But you ARE famous missus! ;-)
XXX
It is good to read that you have not let fame go to your head. Of course, those perks you have do make me jealous.
So you would have us believe that you put on your own pants and not have someone to do it for you bet you wipe your own butt too.......lol
This has reminded me to dream more often! Thank you!
Sx
Wow, a fur-lined bus pass! I'm so jealous. :D
Fur lined bus pass? I have to have one! And a fur lined coat and boots to match.
I want it! I Want it!
Pfff. Walking? Limos? I wants a chair. One hefted by four muscle-bound, glistening men in loin cloths. That picks me up, bedside, and totes me through my day. Mmmmm...
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