She is witty but her jokes are of substance. She can speak multiple languages and has traveled the world. Although she’s busy with work, she somehow fits in her gym time, creative writing, lunch dates with friend and even traveling.
Her hair always falls perfecty naturally. I’ve never seen her stressed. In chaotic situations, she remains anchored in her deep roots of wisdom and life experiences. When she speaks, she does so in a manner that others will listen.
She is a natural leader.
She is the woman of my dreams, more specifically, the woman I dream of becoming.
Here I am, hair frizzled and experiencing momentary mind fog.
I wonder if there’s a magical pill my dream woman takes. A pill a day—to the glorious you. Or how many cups of coffee to keep her sharp mind alert followed by how much coconut water she drinks to keep hydrated.
Geez, it’s not easy to be her.
Sometimes I wonder if she’s holding it back, like the wavering dam in the South China Sea. Any moment now, she could breakdown and call it quits.
But my dream woman is strong and she keeps on rolling.
She is now approaching her early thirties. Albeit having two extremely cute children and an established career, she continues her usual finesse but has also found a new glowing radiance of joy & contentment.
Even the Dalai Lama would call this unfair—so what’s her secret?
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