"Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep out alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no when you don’t want to do something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you’re doing here. Believe in kissing."
I’m not Andre the Giant.
I’m starting to think that maybe I’m a control freak. I don’t like things that are half way off the ground. I like things to be solid. Grounded. Steady. Like a big redwood tree or Andre the giant. So, you know, when things get shaky, I can still keep my balance.
That’s not the way I feel right now. I am not Andre the giant. Not even close.
I’m gearing up for a big move. Big changes are going to be happening this year and just when I think I have all my building blocks in a row, that bully kid from the 2nd grade comes along and messes everything up. And I’m left staring at my once beautiful creation in crumbles like a fallen empire. Troy or Constantinople. I don’t know what I’m talking about.
I like change. I welcome change. As long as it’s a cooperative change. I don’t like change that comes in the form of a humongous islander rugby player tackling me out of nowhere.
So I’m starting to think that maybe I’m a control freak. And dammit! I hate feeling this way.
"I named my cat after Springsteen." "What’s his name?" "Bruce." #bruceismyhomie
Relaxing at the airport. Reminiscing back to a few days ago. And yearning to dance again. With my bestie Katie.