About a week after I turned fifty (see how easily I said that?), I went for a walk on Saadiyat Beach, which is near my house, with a friend. Here’s a question: almost all the women I know like to go for a walk. We don’t need a specific destination; we just walk. But ask a man to go for a walk and he’ll say “where?” Why is that?
Anyway, so S. and I were on our walk and we saw a turtle in the water, which is actually kind of a rare event even though Saadiyat is supposed to be a nesting place for the Hawksbill turtle, which is a critically endangered species. When the lifeguard pulled the turtle out of the water, it was crusted over with shells that were so heavy the turtle was in danger of drowning.
Et voila, a metaphor. Which of course, I used as the basis for my column in Friday’s National. Here’s a link to the article, which I would love for you to share all over the social media universe. In exchange for that nice sharing, here’s a picture of the turtle:
I loved the piece in The National. That’s a really powerful metaphor at any time, but I think right after a significant birthday it’s all the more potent. And yes, spa day.
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Cool. The famous Burj Al Arab and that’s a nice aging metaphor.
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