The Question of Satisfaction

Dear hearts,

With the stationery world in such a whirl, Miss Mich has barely had the time to devote herself to personal maintenance (mani/pedi stat!), cocktails and sport, let alone you Dear hearts. And for this Miss Mich offers her apologies.

The Big Kahuna and Churchill of pens has had Miss Mich out there beetling away at breakfast's, lunches and meetings with the stationery decision makers of the far far north. Suffice to say Miss Mich is making her mark and sending out the pen love. But all work and no sport makes Miss Mich a dull girl..

So this weekend past saw Miss Mich on the water, Castle Hill as the backdrop, competing in the North Queensland Sprint Championships in the sweetest little Tasar, Spindrift. The Green Guru is proving to be a fair and just Captain. With a forth place ribbon over the mantlepiece, it is possible that a decent showing in the Nationals is not out of the question. A lot of hard work on behalf of the crew to increase skill will be required and although Miss Mich has bruises to tell the tale of each and every race, it must be said that Sailing is very much confirmed as Miss Mich's second favourite sport.

Whilst running downwind, Miss Mich had time to think, surprisingly really, as it was a sprint series. That aside, Miss Mich pondered, in between tacking, jibing and jostling for the best start position, the question of satisfaction.

The Rolling Stones had trouble with it. And lets face it, if Mick Jagger can't get it there's trouble ahead for us all.

Is satisfaction the same as tomorrow...it never comes? Or is it a fleeting moment that is in the same vein as only being as good as your last success?

Is satisfaction the ultimate aspiration? Without the pursuit of satisfaction, would we have development? Dare I say evolution? Miss Mich certainly will never be satisfied with her current shoe wardrobe, no matter the size. In greater terms the North West Passage would still be a mystery as would the invention of fermentation of grapes and the discovery of the G spot.

Some of Miss Mich's best friends of the lavender persuasion would say the discovery of the north west passage after a few random glasses of red took them all the way to their own private G spots, tall ships of satisfaction anchored in the safe harbour of their own delight.

Had Miss Mich remained satisfied with the best the Bright Young Thing's sperm donor could offer, there would never be the charms on the bracelet that now tinkles so prettily.

So, Dear hearts, there is good that comes of the challenge to become satisfied.

There are those, however, who will never be satisfied. Nancy Reagan for one could never be too thin. The Sultan of Brunei could never be too rich. The Hef could never be too single. Paris Hilton could never be too cheap and the heels on a pair of Manolo's could never be too high.

It is our duty, Dear hearts, to know what it is we need satisfied and to pursue it assiduously. It is equally important to also recognise when we have accomplished that thing that gives satisfaction, like a perfectly made cocktail, a well rounded child or the ultimate sporting move. Many and varied one's needs may be, Miss Mich's advice is to be aspirational, but stop and enjoy when you reach the top.

Enjoy Wednesday.

With love and satisfaction
Miss Mich