I Am… Spontaneous/ Showstopper/ Soul of the Party

Illustration Week 02- 02

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
– Maya Angelou

Allow me to show you life, through my eyes. It’s not a brisk walk to a predestined place. It is an intoxicating carnival, alive with bright costumes, glitzy lights and a sea of revellers. You can see me there, right at the heart of the parade. The woman with the wide-open smile, moving with the sensuous and mischievous languor of a samba dancer. Flowing to my own rhythm, as I lose myself in the heady joy of the moment.

My life isn’t scripted. It is my flight of fancy. A colourful circus, replete with the fire eater, the juggler and the man on the stilts. I swing off its ledge like a trapeze artist, in high heels and fishnets, hair flying wildly. With nothing to hold onto, but the certainty of momentum, carrying me through the air.

For some, life is a game of “let’s pretend”. To me, life is performance art — a gift to play the role of a lifetime. It is my one-woman show, where I get to slip off the mask, throw away the rehearsed lines and let myself be seen for who I truly am. To shine my light. Stand centre stage, and hold the gaze of the audience, with the confidence of a seasoned show girl.

The spotlight doesn’t scare me. It fuels and energises me to be all that I am. To show up, lead and play. To live exuberantly. And inspire you to do the same. Life is too short to lurk around unnoticed. To camouflage and hide your true colours. Mine are the colours of warmth and flamboyance. The flame-orange of the sunrise, the bright red of a cherry sorbet, the iridescent yellow of sugar candy…

My life follows the Tao of fun. It isn’t a chore. It is a spirited night-out at a club. A spontaneous trip to the seaside. It’s the high of love, friendship and personal achievement. Don’t call me shallow. I have learned to turn pain into laughter, and nourish my love for life, through the changing seasons. I have learned to take it by the hand and waltz with it, into the shimmering, golden sunset.


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