from my journal, dated 12/25/11 (but still true):
maybe it’s because i have a tendency to live, think, walk and breathe in metaphors.
maybe it’s because i’m still too invested in pleasing others.
maybe it’s because i don’t have enough degrees.
maybe it’s because i don’t travel enough, don’t cook enough, don’t . . . don’t . . . don’t. . .
maybe it’s because i have far more questions than answers.
maybe it’s because i’m unwilling or distrustful or too egocentric to just take what you tell me as the gospel truth.
i don’t know why,
i only know that
i have a restless soul
that wants to be
listened to deeply
begs space to ask
to find the answers
that the answers
or a painting
has an itch
that no amount
of over the counter
and the worst part?
the itch moves
hide and seek.
I so totally get this. It’s organized so much more clearly than I would’ve scrawled it out, but I found myself nodding in agreement.
Except for the degrees. I ain’t got none at all no way…
thank you, mark. and about the degrees? you don’t need them. don’t need them at all.
Oh, I don’t know. Having one might fatten my paycheck a bit. Especially as I don’t make a living from writing.
when i’m queen, the galaxy is gonna’ be forced to join me in honoring experience more than a jangle of letters after a name.
Can I vote for you now? I’ll vote early and often.
I love your itch…
and the way it makes you dance, dream, listen, believe, trust, move, laugh, shine….