I sure know where the hell it ain’t . . . .
It isn’t here - on this computer - writing like I do. One month off of work and I’ve turned into JD Salinger - tortured and reclusive. It’s true. I’ve been off work for a month - with a light load the month prior - and those 8 weeks have NOT been good to me.
I have been whiny, worried, vulnerable, sleepless, thoughtful, freaking out about everything.
But put me in a room full of ten year-olds with the music cranked, space to move - and all is right with the world. The fire is lit, my head is clear, my heart unwound. It’s like I am me again - confident, cocky, not in the least bit worried about much of anything. I am just at home there - spinning triples, jete’ through the air - and the hip-hop -thank God for the hip hop.
I have said a lot of things to a lot of people these past two months. Things I should have kept to myself . . .because I am not that girl. I am THIS one - confident, smart ass, fun to be around, and always on the move - THAT is the girl I am.
I do not belong in that world - with the grown ups - the thinking - the worries. I belong in THIS one. THIS is home.
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You found your "groove-thing"...way to go. You rock, J. I'm glad you're doing better...maybe you can teach me hip-hop (or, maybe not!).
~S
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