Firstly, I think it is important that I convey to you my definition of ‘mojo’. To me it’s a person’s ‘var var va voooom’ a type of ‘pizzazz’ in ones aura, you know like a certain je ne sais quoi you find in someone. I think it’s better described today as the ‘wow factor’. Well, I’ve lost it – can’t find it, looked everywhere and it is nowhere to be found. I wake up in the morning and head over to the closet and the longer I stand there in front of my dull and drab selection my brain begins to hurt from the pressure of knowing I have to dress myself. I can hear the ‘tic toc’ sound rattling in my head and after too much time passes, I hear this loud buzzer like noise go off in my thoughts – BUZZ “I’m sorry you took too long with your selection it is sweats and trainers for you today” (for my Aussie friends, that trackies & runners). Again, really! So off I go and gravitate to the most ‘safest’ thing in my wardrobe, the one thing I don’t have to think about and if I get caught wearing I simply play along with the idea I have been ‘working out’ . I don’t want to become this person, I don’t want my girls growing up thinking that adding a bit of spice to their wardrobe is a punch of colour under boring black sweats. I need to get out of this rut I am in. So where does one turn? 1-800-MOJO? Don’t laugh, after doing a little research (which really means googling MOJO and seeing what the top 10 results are) there is actually websites dedicated to this topic. And here I was only joking, I didn’t really think there would be a 1-800 number or people who specialise in locating your ‘mojo’, but apparently there is. Wow, I wonder what happens when you contact them, can you just imagine the conversation. “Yes hello, I think I have lost my mojo”, “Great then you have called the right place; can you tell me when you last saw it?” “Hmm, that would be approximately ten years ago when my first born arrived” “Ok then, and what did it look like?” “How long have you got? – Well let me think, it was spunky, it was a smart dresser, it was sensitive to others, extremely easygoing, like a free spirit really, managed to cook fun and interesting meals and allowed me to socialise twice maybe three nights a week. I really miss my mojo, we worked well together – it allowed me to walk with my head held high, not a care in the world and most importantly would never let me wear sweats outside the house. Do you think you know where it is and how I can get it back?”……… God Bless, if only it was that easy. Don’t panic to those of you, who know me, it is just one of those ‘stages’ we go through in life. You know when the ironing pile never finishes, when you have ran out of different ways to serve beef mince for dinner and when a hot night with hubby means you forgot to turn the electric blanket off. Til then I will just have to add a punch of colour to my day with a bright T-Shirt under my sweats.
Did you ever loose your Mojo? What did you do to get it back? Cheers, SorrentoMoon