My legs are salsa-sing all over the room. I am working on reorganizing my hoarding closet and make sure I don’t have eight of the same style of clothing. I have now begun to take Mr. Jones with me while shopping and he has become my new inner voice.
“Don’t you have something like that?”
“Do you like it?” That normally means ummm how do I tell you, Hell No!!!
“That one is a yes.” That means it accentuates my assets well!
I pull each piece out, change my seasons in my closet to the basement and reconfigure the setup. In the background is my new favorite singer and song playing, Bebe Rexha.
The words just keep pouring out as I feel in sync to what she says. “There is a war inside my head sometimes I wish that I was dead, broken. ”
“You can’t be fixed just take this. I’m so tired trying to be normal I’m always overthinking, I’m driving myself crazy….”
This song! Plus I try to hit each of her tones so I must sound like a drunk cat on the fence, squealing.
I break in between categories in the closet, to pick up an item off the dressing table and use as a microphone, sometimes I think I am still thirteen, singing around my room; somethings never change.
One of my favorite things is to try and take time out and really listen to the music, not just the beat, but to be in the moment, conscious of the feelings it sparks, the words and their depth, the poetry of the song. Such talent these people possess and when you think it is another expression, of their journal, their day to day thoughts, their desires, their heartache, their sorrow, it such such an expression of art.
In the background I have to laugh the song’s chorus on this next song by another artist is,
” Where is my mind?” I ask that to myself on a regular basis, we should talk over coffee.
I find that so many of them are dealing with the same emotions, we are no different than each other, each of us delving into the inner workings and looking for an answer, an answer in being ourselves.
A few weeks ago I began to write this section of a blog, and never finished as my mind has been so crazy, I found the accuracy of it, to be spot on.
As I lay on my bed pondering on the past month, my eyes closing into darkness of my mind, the fireplace blowing on my skin, I listen to my breathing as my body is calming itself, ready to dive into its slumber. The word congestion is what I will use to describe the feeling for a bit. I think it’s a great word, as similar to a cold I feel as though I am stuffed up, not able to express myself. The emotions, my moments of pure joy and life have been buried under tasks, buried so far under the depths of my mind.
I may have fleeting moments, but feel too tired and lazy to express it and then feel constipated by the tension left in my body from not expressing the happiness or sadness I feel. I know let’s talk colds and shit. Seems like life eh?
Yesterday as my body was past exhaustion and I was aiming my attention on getting to my destination, I finally was able to start calming the nerves down and listening to the idle chat around me but, still limiting the amount as it can be overwhelming. The lights bright as we walk into the dimly lit convention center, the adjustment much like the month, adapting but ready for new growth, new life, a new season, a new expression.
For a while I was feeling like a rabid Winnie the Pooh, and was scared for the lives around me. My jaw is always clenched so tight night and day, it seems to have settled down now, thank goodness and I feel lighter and calmer. I feel as if it is the season to renew. I was thinking the other day, how long have I been working on this journey and realized it really never ends, it just keeps changing like the seasons and much like my aged cheese or a fine scotch, more seasoned, more mature, more flavourful outcomes can develop. Maybe my palette is changing?
The feeling of emotional constipation is still there so after a quick run of breaking myself till I tear, I now am feeling more cleared, and ready to wash the rest down the drain as I rinse. I feel at times we must break down to our soul, so we can regrow, renew and find the new path with Dorothy and to my courage.
It is now Sunday, today I’m taking a lesson after the great 125 pound fur baby, I’m just relaxing and keeping things in moderation, yet enjoying the simple tasks of living. After the month of crazy, another bout of the burst eye right after it healed and migraines. I’m ready for sunshine, calmness and ready to welcome the signs of Spring. Might be a bit longer as Mother Nature decided it will storm again and drop the temperatures, but the sun is still shining and it is so beautiful, another picturesque scene and outside looks pretty nice too.
Love always the Hannibal Lectar, Woman in Process
P.S as the tension and damage has caused my jaw to weaken even more, I am now an official ten year old wearing a guard that looks more like they are preventing me from being Hannibal. Not a bad thing for those around me. I don’t always bite, just sometimes. I also drool and slur a lot more!