1 year has passed, and with it my life seems to have been catapulted into an entirely new dimension. One that is worlds away from where I was last year.

I married my best friend and he landed himself a new job, and they were the only two positive things to have happened in 2008. The rest, I concluded this time last year, was all negative, traumatic and sad, and would be filed away in the back of my mind in a box marked, ‘bollocks’ - which I would only ever open again when I felt the unusual urge to make myself suicidal or something.

2009 had to be better. It couldn’t get much worse. And though the year before had virtually erased every ounce of faith from my heart and soul I found myself beginning this, the 25th year of my life, with a weeny flicker of hope. Hope that began to glow and glow until eventually it illuminated my entire world and soaked me in a warm light of happiness.

I’ve loved almost every single second of 2009. It’s been the most positive year of my life so far and truth be told, I don’t really want it to end.

So much has altered. So many minor things and so many major things.

Of course the safe arrival of my son, Leonardo, has been a major highlight. The taste of which has been all that sweeter after sampling the bitterness of losing his brother Harry last year.

Harrisons journey from bump to butterfly was never in vain, it taught us all to love and appreciate one another so much more and it reminded us that life, for us, is all about family, friends and looking out for one another.

When we moved house at the end of 2008 we didn’t know a single soul. We’d moved to start afresh, to be a little closer to Jay’s new job and settle somewhere where the pain and memories of sadness weren’t around us every waking moment. We moved again this year, after having a small house fire a few months ago, but we’re still in the same village and our neighbours and the local community have become our friends.

We’ve met some truly wonderful people. I’m so grateful for that.

Having my book published last month is another highlight of course. It’s a dream come true. I can’t help but feel extreme satisfaction at the thought that I was able to take so many negative and traumatic experiences and turn them into something so positive. And my copy of my book now takes pride of place here on my desk in my office. Every time I catch glimpse of it I’m awash with the same kind of pride I feel when I watch my children playing.

2009 hasn’t all been rosy though, we’ve lost a number of loved ones this year. Jay has had to say a tragic farewell to both his Nanny and his Auntie, and between us we also lost an extremely valuable member of our family, our beloved dog, Mr. T.

So there are certainly more stars in the sky now and it pains us not to have them here with us, alas it is a comfort to know that there are others up there helping to take care of my baby boy in heaven.

Mr. C and I have plans to bid farewell to 2009 in style, we’re getting glammed up, consuming the last of the Crimbo booze and are off to flirt with Lady Luck at a Casino in town. How lovely it would be to begin the New Year with a little extra dosh in our sky rockets :-) I plan to let my hair down, (actually strictly speaking that’s not true, I plan on having my hair up tonight, but you know what I mean,) and will be putting my tiny fears aside for the night.

You see for a gal that doesn’t ‘do’ change, it’s gonna be a tough feat for me to let go of the past of which I tend to cling. I’m apprehensive. I know it’s only a day’s difference in the grand scheme of things and that tomorrow probably won’t feel any different to today, (though perhaps tomorrow will bring with it a hangover, as January 1st normally does,) but I’m frightened that with 2009 drawing to an end our new found happiness mightn’t last. I think I’m suffering from ‘Too good to be true’ syndrome.

Just how much happiness is a person allowed?

Ah well, Jay promises it’s only going to get better next year. And I have to believe him. He’s never let me down before.

So here’s hoping, darling friends, family and followers, that 2010 is a joyful, fun and fortune-filled year for us all!

Happy New Year all.

Here’s to the future :-)

Steph x x x

 
 
 

Now I'm gonna begin by stating that, despite how lucrative I have heard it can be, I've never been employed as a prostitute, stripper, escort , lap-dancer, nor any other lady of the night. And yet if were to be asked the question, 'Have you ever used your sexuality to further your career?' My answer will always be, 'Hell yes.'

In fact I have taken full advantage of my sexuality and femininity from the minute I was old enough to stand tall in my first pair of high heels. I've used my sexuality to achieve more in all aspects of my life, not just my career, and I anticipate that I'll probably still be playing on my powers of a woman long after my boobs have deflated and my hair has started to grey.

What's prompted this topic?  Well yesterday I watched a documentary on BBC3 made by Kirtsen O'Brien, (you might have seen it?) Kirsten has been a childrens TV presenter on Smarteenies, (which by the by is a very good arty programme for nippers,) for the last 12 years of her life, but now she wants to climb the career ladder for more mainstream work. In the documentary Kirsten flirts with the idea of following her kids' TV predecessors and stripping her kit off to pose in lads mags.

Kirsten hit on a very valid point in the documentary,  she observed that most women have to use their sexuality to further their careers whilst their male counterparts don't. So accurate, so obvious and yet I'd never given it much thought before.

Men can rely soley on their charms, skills and CV's to get them what they want, whilst it seems we have to throw fabulous powers of persuasion, the very best flirting-skills, our bums, our boobs and our entire bootilicious bods all into the mix in order to succeed in all aspects of our lives.

This has to play a part in my theory. There are so many more gorgeous girls than there are gorgeous guys and this must have something to do with it.

No-one has forced me to use my feminine charms to ahieve higher targets, I, like most girls I know, (my daughter included,) learnt these skills (and their success rates) at a very early age. My little girl will often flutter the lashes that surround her baby blues when she's after something and I can't help but wonder would my son do the same?

You could argue that using ones sexuality or femininity to their advantage compromises ones intelligence, but I don't think this is the case at all. In fact I think these skills can compliment a womans brain perfectly.

So what do you think? Do you use your sexuality to help you get what you want out of life? Or do you believe that knowledge and brain power should be the driving force behind progressing?

Let me know - in the meantime I'll be back ;-)