Vicky Ras is a 30-something chronicler of life as experienced in measures of beauty, pain, victories, failures and passions. A former wannabe and an ex-teenage escape artist, she is a force of nature with a chronic case of the ‘elsewheres’. She loves rarely but when she does – like now – she does it enormously, boundlessly, and in overflowing measures. Not too far removed from the way she takes her pleasures and offers it back to the world. This blog is dedicated to people who like to give it all they’ve got – living life supersized, leaving room for the unexpected and the rest, as they say, is fate’s free-for-all. Cheers!
Shroud me with optimism. Let me never metamorphose into the hard cynic I have started to manifest. Send me strength, courage and love that will linger even long after I’ve had close encounters with all my demons. Let me not unleash my bullheadedness, my unpredictable moods and shiftiness, my brutal honesty to those who couldn’t handle it. May I remain coquettish at the right time, for all time if possible. Teach me how to embrace and rejoice in being the vague, structured-one-minute-spontaneous-the-next, obsessive girl I am.
Remind me that I can always stretch farther than my short arms and legs can reach. Never tire of jogging my memory that I am responsible wholly and completely for my every move. Hearten my belief that my joy is supersized and wrapped up in pretty shiny ribbons of silence, solitude and eating chips and dark almond chocolates just as much as in thought-provoking conversation, sex, books, sex, independence and more sex. Yes, exactly in that order. Permit me the freedom to say merde to those who try to direct me, no matter how well-meaning they may be. By the same token, shower me with humility to take being told “go to hell” with a smile and a little toss of my hair.
Teach me to be good to myself, to take flight and be carefree soon and as often as I can afford it! Show me how dangerous it is for a woman, or for anyone, to be too wrapped-up in the “all about me” world. Let me be as melodramatic as I wish but at the same time be conscious of the fact that my melodrama is starting to cause detriment to myself and my relationships with people.
Most of all help me to be grateful without thinking myself indebted for life, to live without compromising on what is most important to me and to dream with a little more courage each day.