Saturday on my Terms

Someone once asked Bob Marley if he believed in the idea of a perfect woman. His answer was simple—and unforgettable.

“Who cares about perfection?” he said. “Even the moon is full of craters. The sea is stunning, but salty and dark in the deep. The sky stretches forever, but it’s often cloudy.”

In his words, beauty was never about flawlessness. It was about meaning. About what moves you. About what’s real. The moon, the sea, the sky—none of them are perfect. But all of them are undeniably beautiful.

So why chase perfection?

You don’t need to be flawless to be loved. You don’t need to fit a mold to shine. You just need to be yourself—wildly, wonderfully, freely.

Live for what sets your soul on fire. Laugh loudly. Dance awkwardly. Be kind. Be messy. Be authentic.

Because in the end, no one falls in love with “perfect.”

They fall in love with the moonlight in your eyes, the depth of your thoughts, and the warmth of your spirit.

#BeYou #PerfectlyImperfect

~Unusual Diaries

I turned out my lights at 10.30pm and woke at 4.45am to watch tennis. It was a much needed 6 hours of sleep.

Our girl, Priscilla Hon, lost her match. It was frustrating to watch because she chose the right shot every time, but executed those shots poorly. She had so many chances to break her opponents serve, but missed her opportunities when they counted the most. Let’s hope that more experience will improve her game for the future.

On a happier note, my Djokovic won his match in four sets. He played well.

Tomorrow, De Minaur plays at 6am our time and our girl Dasha (Kasatkina) plays at 3am. It’s nice to still have Aussie players to watch in the third round!

My footy tipping has not been so good this week, but nor has anyone else’s so I’m still 20 points in front.

BGWLBH disappeared into the Bay on her own and Adoring Husband had his coffee date with the boys this morning.

Best get some sleep so that I can wake up for more tennis.

Nite all.