At the moment, my life is yelling at me from every possible corner of my consciousness, my stomach is cramping from choices I must make, and my head spinning from the sheer velocity with which time is passing me by. I am on the edge of joyfulness, between the Rock of Frustration and the Hard Place of Discontentment. I want to look for a miracle, but can't even open my eyes to search. Oh well, I tell myself, you'll get over it.
So here's the question: Do I simply enjoy life in denial for the moment? Or face reality and punch it in the nose? Hmm. Another question: Since it is my reality, would I be punching myself in nose?
Anyway, moving on.
So, music. Right now I am listening to the most beautiful CD, Beyond, William Joseph. Now if only I had a large hardwood floor ballroom, a gorgeous gown and NO PIMPLES, I could imagine myself to be a dancer. I love to dance. It is the closest to flying that I've ever come. I don't tire very soon when I dance, even if the opposite is true when I strive to clean my room. With dancing there is no explaining, just movement. I love to dance when there is no outcome demanded I cannot fulfill. Unlike other expects of my life, which seem impossible. But, if you believe nothing is impossible with God, I suppose there's no excuse, is there?
Now, I never thought I was one of those girls that didn't want Prince Charming until they became Princess Smart and Successful, but, while certainly not a feminist, I believe my own two feet are feeling rather independent lately. But, in the words of Bilbo Baggins:
"It's a dangerous business, going out of your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to."
