Puma Power

Coming into your power as a woman is like navigating a foreign land. At times, this strange terrain seems fun, mysterious, exciting, with thoughts about what cool epiphany will be revealed next, what situation will I so smoothly use my new found jedi mind tricks to master. Other times, this new level of awareness is as apparent and annoying as the abrasive American in France rhetorically asking "doesn't anyone here speak English?"
This new sense of power won't let me stalk and totally stage five cling to the 24 year old I met at Starbuck's. It did take me defriending him on facebook and erasing him from my contacts to ensure I maintain my puma power. If I could have pulled an "eternal sunshine of a spotless mind," I would have. Whatever it takes to maintain my "reputation" as one West Chester socialite put it.
So, this new sense of self wavers from time to time, i.e. I erased and added 24 year old back into my contacts about three times. Yesterday, I woke up to "Never Going Back Again" by Fleetwood Mac. Make this song your break up anthem (or for me it's more like "we were never together, but I liked you and you didn't like me and I can't stop reading your facebook page" anthem). Anyway, this song is the equivalent to "It's a Break Up Cause It's Broken." The way Stevie Nicks (played with Lindsay Buckingham) so emphatically sings "...been down one time, been down two times, never going back again," one can truly believe she is never going back again. Although I think her decisiveness may be connected to those 19th century corset dresses she wears. They have cut off all circulation to her heart. She probably can't feel anymore and that's why it's easy for her. Hmmm, maybe I should start wearing them.
I remember in college I was in love with someone who (very sadly for him - he missed out) was the inspiration for Greg Behrendt to write for me personally "He's Just Not That Into You." In one Bridget Jones' type journal entry I wrote "I'm quitting Jarod and I'm quitting smoking" In very un-puma power fashion and even more un-Stevie Nicks type way, my next entry read, "So, I talked to Jarod and I smoked five cigs." Luckily, those days are long gone. Okay fine, sometimes it's like yesterday.
Well here's to "Never Going Back Again." May all you goddesses find that power within, that power that speaks to your heart, that so boldy declares your life will be guided by truth and love and of course filled with hot men who recognize that. Embrace your power.
Puma Power Foreva,
~P. Roxy