It Is In The Silence….

…Or, the place we hear the screams the loudest…
…All the places we hear the screams.

People always say they care…

….And such a phrase is supposed to matter.

However, I’ve noticed the silence more than the shouting (especially when I am the one shouting).

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…further away and closer still.

“It’s difficult to so badly want to tell you something and I can’t,  I can’t just call or leave a message as I normally would. There’s a distance right now, one that is not just physical. It doesn’t matter if I erected the emotional wall, I wasn’t alone in the construction.”

To Tell The Truth…

…or do you just believe the hype?

Sometimes, you look when you shouldn’t…
…even when you know you shouldn’t…
…but one thing leads to another…
…and you get caught in a loop.

If I chose to tell the truth, the story would say something completely different…
…but, this time around, honesty just isn’t worth my time.

Time will, ultimately, always reveal the truth…
…even after you’ve convinced yourself of the lies you told.

Letting Go…

…so you know what to hold on to.

To be honest, I don’t know what I want out of blogging. I just know I have a need to write that I try to ignore but I honestly can not.

Writing is a joy that needs discipline.

Perhaps I want the blog as a way of expecting something from myself. Perhaps I hope the blog will force me to tend to it, force me to write…

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Fractured Metatarsals…

…and the other things that slowed me down.

I have been running, actually for years now, like a rat on an exercise wheel, with the attention span of a gnat.
This may sound like a good thing, but it isn’t. It has been a way to avoid many things in my life. Sometimes, we have to slow down to give ourselves opportunity to learn and grown, and when we don’t do that, sometimes life will make us.

Well, life has decided to make me.
In fairness, life has given me subtle warnings that I needed to re-evaluate and assess and make changes, but apparently, I don’t do subtle well, so life decided to go all mobster on me. Well, on my foot, anyway.

I have literally been slowed by a break and a cast and immobility.

It’s painful, it’s inconvenient and it’s annoying, but there’s always multiple sides to every event we face. This is also a gift.

How can a busted up foot in a 40 yr old be a gift, you may ask?
Well… just that. I have to slow down. I realize I am babying this. I am taking it slow and seriously. If I was younger, I would have taken it as *no big deal*; probably tried to go dancing already! Consequence and arthritis would be *sometime* in the future. Well, when you are this age, a break sorta COMES with the immediate threat of arthritis and the distinct threat of longer healing time, if at all, plus! More pain. So I am forced to slow down.

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Be A Real Person…

…because it beats the alternative.

Tonight’s post is again inspired by a blog post, but *this time* I will NOT be a “bad blogger” and I will site my source. It is here.

The article in question is an interesting one and one I agree with.

Zooey Deschanel is a lovely woman… I have not seen her show (shows?) but I know who she is and that she is lucky enough to have sung with Prince. That’s awesome. She’s beautiful and *cute* and my post is, in no way, in anyway derogatory toward her. I have hold no animosity toward her, I wish her the best.

Unfortunately, the above article made her the focus of a point (but I will not).

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