Portrait of a Lady

She's growing her hair. Again. She has a new fondness for mint Aeros. She's watching Joan Jett's 'I Hate Myself For Loving You' video. She's procrastinating on any number of writing projects she could be starting/finishing/editing/pondering. She loves her boyfriend. She misses her family. And her friends back home. She's often sick of being financially trapped on this island nation. She's itching to travel again. She no longer looks forward to Christmas. She does look forward to Mondays, though, because neither she nor her boyfriend usually work Monday mornings which means coffee and 'The Big Bang Theory' over breakfast. She likes the little things more than the big ones. She can't decide whether to paint her nails black or red. She recently started doing crunches. Too recently to determine results. She's a lady... whoa oh oh she's a lady... talking about this little lady... she listens to Tom Jones without irony or shame. She's thirty-four. And doesn't feel a day over sixty. Or six. Depending on the week.