Life is to be LIVED, because you’re a LONG TIME dead and you hear people frisbee out the term ‘YOLO’ like Tequila in a Mexican brothel. Yet, after everything i’ve learnt, in my time so far, armed with my little bit of diary… I know that it is never ever the result that gives you complete happiness and that the journey and the memories you make, are the things that will actually make you BEAM….when you’re 82.
(The ‘Bush Story,‘ when I’m 82, will always be funny. It’ll always be hot, because it’ll always be alive. The ‘Cum Stain’ story in LA, which no one EVER let’s me forget..Haha…..at 82, will STILL be as tragic, yet even more hilarious.)
Don’t be afraid of adventure. Don’t be afraid to have a story. Don’t be afraid of anything.
It’s important that you embrace your story. Stop being dull. Go for the ‘adventures’ that life hands you over. The fun bits that just fill you with excitement and make your eyes smile. You may not be that lucky again and I’ll always say, that even though my life has been oddly ‘colourful.’ It took me away from Yorkshire and glittered me, all over the world.
I mean, SO MUCH has happened to me, that I only WISH you could peek into my head, or be a fly on the wall, during some of the most sketchiest moments EVER.
I’m not sure how I survived them. But came out unscathed because I chose to be happy.
Yeah I’ve had my heart broken in numerous countries. Yet at the same time, I’ve fallen in love and laughed out loud, MORE TIMES, than any glamour puss, could ever wish for.
I’ve been really lucky, because I feel like i’ve done a lot and my soul is alive.
I managed to be exactly where I wanted to be, through hard work, charm, determination and my fingers crossed.
YOU ARE exactly where you’re meant to be, in life right now!
So if you’re happy? If you’re sad? If you’re tall… broken….successful…or stuck in a rut? You’re MEANT to be there, right now. It’s for some random reason and you’ll definitely learnt why shortly. I’ve done it all before. Once all the elements of your life have been put into place….Just around the corner, I promise you, is ‘magic.’
I cannot even tell you how true that is!
I literally once had my giant leopard print luggage and an engagement ring THROWN out of a car, with me a following and a ‘Don’t come back sign‘ firmly in place…(lol) I was in my 20’s. I walked around the corner…with my luggage on wheels in tow..and a car pulled up to the curb.
I DID KNOW this person really well. He wasn’t a stranger. We were in LA. All he said was,
‘Jump in Lil’ Bit.’
It was like he knew where I was going to be, or what was going to happen? And when I did jump in…my life changed for the ABSOLUTE BETTER and FAST!! In fact was almost unbelievable.
So please do LIVE.
(Wait. My phones fucking pinging. One sec…)
Ugh. How annoying. It’s a guy I used to date DECADES ago, when I was 18, and he’s trying to tell me off for referring to him as ‘random.’ (Lol.) Well, this is what he’s saying, because he’s now trying to re date me, which isn’t going to happen.
(It’s funny how when you’ve maybe done alright for yourself and you’ve grown up and got yourself a bit more pocket money, a little dab of tiny fame, a career that seems quite dazzling and you still look somewhat attractive…It’s funny how the exes that didn’t want to be with you, come running back as fast as they can. Yet, I guess, that’s what I like about me. The more powerful I feel, the better! Mwahahah!)
Anyway, he’s saying this…
Guy: ‘Random! Who the fuck is RANDOM. We were together for FIVE years!’
It was ages ago. I don’t count that as a relationship because I was never in love at that point. I thought I was. I was a kid. I didn’t know what love was…I was sort of just going through the motions. Until I met the next guy, who was Mike, the actor…WHO I MARRIED. Fair enough, we’re divorced now. But, he was my first love and obviously… even now…there are times where I think about him because it was SUCH a chapter of my life. It’s when everything changed and success came. He was a guy who showed me how women should be treated….
But it was JUST a chapter…and like all good tales, the beat just goes on…
If that Chapter didn’t end….this whole ‘Chrissie Wunna’ thing would never EVER have happened. I would’ve been stuck doing the same old shit, with the same old people, with the same old life, for the same old years….
So I get it…
But a few years with the first boy and six years with Mike….(only 2 of those years were public and we WERE dating other people at the time, so we sort of kept something going, behind almost everyone’s back. Which I guess was bad. But ‘Yolo’ we couldn’t help it. So, if I added those two relationships up, it’d come to around 9 years…To me that doesn’t seem THAT LONG, when I hopefully have decades of life left to live.
So, I don’t know why the guy I dated when I was 18, in Yorkshire, is coming forward?
So much more has happened to me since then….
I was never scared to do anything, and I may have hurt people along the way or been hurt. But I’m still never afraid to enjoy anything, should I say. I have stories that will last a lifetime.
You’ve got one good shot at having the most fun, you could ever have and I hope to GOD, that you embrace that.
Right now, I’m having a REALLY different Summer, to any Summer I’ve ever had. I’ve felt really normal. I’m not sure how much I like that? Haha. But I’m having so much fun and hope the rest of 2018 delivers appropriately.
Last night was filled with laughter. It was a really great night and became with chills with Ian and Claire, by a dog named Frank.
Music came on…and it all turned wild.
I can’t even really tell you what happened, because not much did other than lots of ‘high fiving’ and good times? Why were we ‘high fiving’ so much? I hate ‘High fiving.’ Lol.
Dancing occurred. Singing at the top of voices echoed through. Drunk hugs and secret conversations littered the table.
Golfer Jonny taught me how to ‘Boobie Pop.’
WHO KNEW i COULD DO THAT!!!! I’M SO TALENTED! 🙂
Everyone stopped me to make sure I was okay? Lol. (I also appreciate all the messages I received. I cry once, blog about it and hundreds of people shimmie into my inbox with love. 🙂 Thank you, for that. You’re all kind. Much love in return.)
Then as always a PLAN was hatched.
My arm got pulled to one side for whispers.
KatyP: ‘Right…we’re going to try and make ************** happen.’
KatyP: ‘Golfer Jonny is in charge of buying the next drink. You’re in charge of distracting Antony.’
(Antony’s foot, was the foot that was in my face when I woke up on Tuesday morning, after being the ‘little spoon’ to a piece of lost gingerbread.)
Me: ‘I’m in charge of distracting you.’
Ant: ‘Well that’s not so bad for me, is it? Free drinks and you hanging out with me all night. Haha.’
He’s easily distracted and I enjoy those that just go with a plan. Things that are to hard to accomplish bore me.
Long story short, everyone (as always) got roped into the plan. Yet it all worked swimmingly, as I watched someone be lovingly *walked* out a pub, by the wrist…
‘I’m a little nervous..’
‘What? Everyone knows anyway!’
And that was the end of the night.
It was hot. I loved it. It was Girl Power at it’s finest. It was LIVING. It WAS life and more importantly didn’t involve ME, which meant it was ALL utter bliss.
I managed to STAY OUT OF TROUBLE…all the way home!!
(Eww! But I saw Awful Ben at the pub last night, who I used to date years ago. I just hate him and we were stood at the bar at the same time, so I just did that really grown up thing that I do and IGNORED HIM. Lol)
All my chick friends: ‘I don’t know what you were thinking when you dated him!’
I guess, it’s part of the story. What a douche!
All i’m gonna say is that, whenever you wake up to a Whatsapp Group message that reads…
‘Team check. You all alive and okay?’
(The Group is labelled ‘Team Beer.’)
You know a ‘good time‘ has been had!
‘Pray for ****’
Right! I’m done now. It’s officially Sunday Funday!
I have two shoots, babies and influency things all week, so i’m excited!
I’m back on your telly shortly…and that’s my 2018 ‘Out of Summer’ plot twist.
Hope you have yours…
Thank you for following my life. Thank you for tinkering through my ‘socials.’