Sometimes risks pay off. And sometimes they end up being the worst thing that’s ever happened to you. Sometimes they pay off for a bit before they fucking kill you. They make you feel damn good for a while. As long as you’re actin’ right. And sometimes shit just ain’t fair. End of story.
My perspective on love has not changed. I don’t believe that Love is a dirty word. Nor do I believe that my love is some filthy disease to be caught by somebody. If I were to let myself be convinced of that by someone who had no feelings for me, I would be living in a well-deserved hell for the rest of my life.
I went to drop my youngest off at gymnastics camp this morning. And her name was nowhere on the list. I can’t know who else was missing, but in 40 names, hers was not there. The kids already present were screaming, bouncing off the walls in a small enclosed area, and climbing windowsills, while a few male high school aged counselors stood by and advised them against their antics while everyone else found their place. Continue reading “A Day in the Life, and Not on the List”
Music and melody; beat. That’s what moves us. What brings us together. That’s what we want to share. What feels good. And that’s what helps you speak to someone when you can’t do it another way. When you don’t know how. You can find that harmony. I’ve felt, loved and understood music on that level my whole life.
When these changes in me stop, I’m not sure. Why the changes. Why it all happened. I already know. And it all brings me here. Right where I am. Today.