Essential team member.
I can’t function without my team—people I can count on to do the basics. An old friend who actually listens and cares—great savings on a therapist. My gynecologist who checks inside and tells me I don’t look my age on the outside. A stylist who cuts my hair evenly—a good haircut is essential to a happy life, along with a colorist to highlight who never gives me tiger stripes. I have an honest cleaning person, even though my husband says she takes over and he can never find anything. Who cares? We have too much stuff anyway. If I entertain, I may need a reliable person to help. It’s all good, and it’s my TEAM. Then there’s pedicurist who delivers happy feet and the make-up woman at the department store who gives me free samples for travel. Oh yeah, and my once-a-week acupuncturist who helps my neck move in both directions.
There’s my mate who thinks I still look as slim and young as when we met. He never notices the excess poundage. Lucky me. Then there are the smallest members of my team, my grandchildren—the miracles of life. For them, there are no qualifiers. Get your team in place and stick with the team. I’d love to get to meet the Dali Lama and add him to my team, but that’s not likely to happen.
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