Dance With Me!

“Dance above the surface of the world. Let your thoughts lift you into creativity that is not hampered by opinion.”

Red Haircrow

Woe

Woe to the writer at loss of words,
for he hath no more soul to bear.

Woe to the artist with mended heart,
for his canvas bleeds no more.

Woe to the spiritual with a perfect path,
for their soul will never be torn apart.

Woe to the one who cloaks himself in sanity,
for life on the fringe hath no compare.

Ground Zero

“I made 1 million dollars a day doing nothing!” said no one ever. Almost every successful person that I have seen asked what their secret was answered basically the same, “Hard work.” Seems obvious, doesn’t it? I’m just like all the other mindless sacks-o-flesh wandering through their lives, trampling unknowingly on their blessings, working their butts off every single day at a thankless job that some day will probably be obsolete who thinks, “What if?” Or better yet, “I was meant for more than this.”

So, if hard work isn’t the defining factor in achieving your dreams or climbing the rubber ladder of success, then what is? What is the difference between a hard working dreamer and a REAL success story? I’m starting to believe it is blind unwavering determination. Yeah, you heard me! The ability to look every hater in the eye and say, “Your opinion does not define me and I am not limited by your borders.”

Where does this leave me? Ground zero, my friends. I am at the beginning of the rest of my life. I am choosing this moment, right now, to redirect my energies into something that will satisfy the deep yearning within me. I will no longer be just a loving mother and wife or a cranky server or an artist without a canvas. No, today I CHOOSE to put on my blinders and strap on my titanium balls. Will anyone read my blog? Probably not. Will anyone care about this defining moment in my life? Probably not, but guess what? None of that matters. What matters is that I will never have to look back on my life and say, “Maybe.” So, here I am taking a baby step with two inch blinders and a pair of titanium balls knocking between my legs, wearing a cloak of F*** YOU.

Trying to enjoy the ride.