Every now and then,
a little creative change
beats the heart stronger.
Thank you followers of my simple and personal haiku.
The quest to convert my verbose emotional inner monologue into its short and specific framework remains both a joy and kind of “haiku therapy” for me.
In the coming days and months, this “blog of my own” will expand to incorporate my belief in our collective creativity. My goal is to inspire and motivate others into reclaiming their own innate creativity.
I will continue to write haiku and share them with you all.
I hope you will continue to follow these musings as I journey toward my own reclamation.
I miss blogging. I am currently laying in bed horribly stricken with some “non-serious” strain of Strep Throat. Feels pretty damn serious to me as I am going on day four of not being able to swallow and that includes having been to the doc and on medication. The only thing my throat will tolerate is a fruit juice popsicle.
This episode of Strep comes with only one week reprieve from having cared for my nine year old as he suffered the same damn think two weeks ago. He, in fact, just finished his antibiotic as they prescribed me one. Ironic? Fate?
Whatever it is, it sucks. Our poor kids when they get this – at least I’m a grown up and bemoan my pitifullest whines to the unknown masses while all they can do is lie there in pain and wonder why it won’t go away. So glad he is better. So very sad it took right at a week of full on sick to get him there.
That’s all I wanted to say. I’m sick. Feel sorry for me. I sure do.
Okay – I was NOT going to do this, but I need to write. Something. Anything. When I do, it calms my brain which is in overdrive over nothing. Well, not nothing, but certainly not something worth overdrive. No one’s ill, we are not totally broke and my marriage, family and career are tops at the moment.
Yet, the brain in my skull still finds a way to hit supersonic speed over tidbits of banal life chatter. Oddly enough, I don’t feel comfortable writing about what is bothering me. Hmm.
It’s my very own list of 25 random facts about me of which some I am not sure anyone – including husband and best friend know. The list was hard to compile for this blog since I have been pouring out a lot of random me for almost a year now.
- I do not feel like I am in my forties. At least, this is not what I imagined being 40-something would feel like.
- I prefer to type everything because I don’t like my handwriting.
- I have been putting this off out of fear that I do not have 25 interesting random notes to write about myself.
- I used to dream Sting sang me his new songs before he released them. Like on some sort of alter-dream-plane-universe. Then, in the real world (well, my reality anyway), the songs would always sound familiar, like I’d truly heard them before. Most notable among those were “Every Breath You Take,” “All This Time,” and “When We Dance.”
- I used to consider joining the Army. Not to fight but to lose weight.
- I had an older brother who died of a terminal genetic disorder at the age of ten on St. Patrick’s Day, 1974. He would have been 45 this past January 30th. His short life and death affected my entire life. Seriously – my entire life.
- I once pumped out 12 ounces of breast milk. Quite an achievement for someone with my “a is for apple” cup size.
- I still have my wisdom teeth, but often do not feel very wise.
- I am pretty sure my soul has had previous lives but on the whole is fairly young. I think this may be the reason why I weep whenever I see soldiers in uniform, have a weird sense memory of hiding in the bushes as a child while trying to escape to freedom, and see faces in various objects, shapes and designs.
- I have a crush on Matt Damon and wrote him a letter thanking him for his smoldering yet authentic performance in The Bourne series. Surprise – I never mailed it. (Maybe I’ll post it here someday?)
- My first cigarette was when I was a tween with my cousin, Tracy – Salem Lights, menthol. Never was a full-fledged smoker – I smoked off/on for years and officially quit in 1992 after a severe throat infection. Occasionally when I am with my peeps, I’ll have one or two.
- I still have a curling iron I borrowed during a show in college that I forgot to return and it haunts me from under the bathroom sink like Poe’s “Tale Tell Heart.” (FYI – I graduated college in 1993 – nice, huh?)
- I continue to dreadfully miss performing in the theater. I secretly search the audition lists and pray for an opportunity to run away and rejoin that circus.
- I sometimes forget which hand is my left and which is my right. I use my wedding band as a reminder.
- I used to be too afraid to reveal something like number nine out of fear of judgment from others. Now, I figure, what the hell? Judges will judge whether they know that about me or not.
- My husband recently referred to me as still being a MILF to him – aww, isn’t that sweet?
- I am sitting here listening to aforementioned husband play the guitar and sing while I type this out. He does both quite beautifully and on days when my brain is in negative overdrive, I get jealous instead of happy for him. How crappy is that?
- I tell everyone that I started my acting career in kindergarten as the third billy goat in the Billy Goat’s Gruff. But in actuality, I think that is a lie. I am thinking I was a rock by the bridge the goats cross over. Oh, well – we all get our start somewhere.
- I got a $15,000 bonus (lots of money in 1997 for a fledgling actor) when I worked at PaineWebber in NYC and walked away from the job and the clear opportunity to make more if I stayed in order to come home to Texas to start our family. No regrets – NOT ONE.
- I am coming around to the awareness that blogging while satisfying on many levels, is also very lonely. There are no stage lights to illuminate me, no hands clapping furiously after my post and not enough interaction with other humans with the same creative leanings as me.
- Sometimes I get so caught up in the things that aren’t working, I forget about the things that do:
Does Not: fabled idea of relationships – Does: reality of relationships
Does Not: my ability to deal with frustration and anger – Does: can deal with just about most anything else
Does Not: worrying about money – Does: trusting that there will always be enough
Does Not: worry – Does: trust
Does Not: stuffing my feelings – Does: letting them pass through me naturally
Does Not: hiding from fear – Does: facing it
Does Not: shame – Does: love
- I desperately need a manicure and pedicure. And a weekend away by myself. Something I have never done – be alone in an unfamiliar place without anyone I know to keep me upright.
- I have a postcard from Alaska to someone named Kelli in Denton from someone named Dana in Houston that I found in a book. I have always, always wanted to go to Alaska.
- I prefer coke zero over diet coke, salt over sugar, lake over beach, vibrant over pastel, Shaun Cassidy over Lief Garret, spy novel over romance, coffee over tea, Superman over Batman, peace over war, love over indifference, and life over death.
- I have no fucking clue why I wrote all of these out after all of this time especially considering that I think I have confirmed my #3 fear. Oh, look! A turtle!