If I were you...

If I were you I would pay no heed to the limitations of another's vision for you. Widen your horizons,  heighten your expectations, dream all that you can dream and then dream some more: the land of stars is infinite. Sing your stories into song. Go softly and be kind to yourself as well as others. Give freely into the space of life and know you are held safe in Gods embrace, no dead canaries here. Never mind the battered old shoes you wear, you can always wear the scarlet lipstick smile and then no one will be looking at your feet.
Your Mother gave you some advice to see you through: keep your hand on your ha'penny; a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, but best of all; have the courage to let go, and that is what you can do. Strike out now and have no fear of the turban of giggling whiskers, this traveller of roads holds you no malice, he treads his own path. Fresh air not alcohol will improve your perspective. Enjoy the small pleasures of life: the call of birds, the newness of the moon, lights reflection on water, the sweetness of honey, the warmth of cloves, the tingle of spices laced with chilli, the flutter of eye lashes on crisp linen as you taste your lovers mouth. These are pleasures without measure to be held safe in your soul.