The radio silence was not intentional, merely me suffering from a hardcore bout of Procraftinitis. So many things I wish to share and / or write about and when faced with the daunting task, I crumbled underneath the weight of my own expectations and resorted to watching my favorite episodes of “NCIS”.
What did I learn? First off, that there is no such thing as too much Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
Secondly, I learned I need to get off my ass and back into writing every couple of days rather than the odd chance sighting once in a blue moon.
“Oh my goodness? Did you see that? It flashed right by!”
“A UWP! An Unidentified Writing Piece! I recall seeing it a few times around Ember’s blog so long ago, but now, golly gosh-gee-willikers, it has resurfaced. QUICK! TAKE A SCREEN CAPTURE.”
All silliness aside, I shall try to do better. Now on with the update.
Last weekend I performed my first official duty as an Audubon Society Volunteer by helping them with Non-Native Vegetation Control. In other words, on the spring equinox I played in the mud and pulled English Ivy for six hours along the hiking trails.
I loved every minute of it. My body didn’t, but I sure as hell did. I tromped through mud, played in the mud, placed mud on areas of my skin which brushed up against Stinging Nettles (not very annoying as some might think, but then my tolerance for itch is quite high), and came home with mud all over my cargo pants. Wheeee! I figured the equinox was a darn tootin’ good day to give back to the Blessed Mother and to the nature loving community.
My muscles eventually did not agree. While they griped and moaned, I got myself all dolled up to take a dear friend out dancing for her birthday. We hit one of the popular clubs and, ee-gads, I cannot believe I used to frequent this joint three nights a week to dance my ass off. I did hit the dance floor, my body remembered the moves and created new ones, I was back in my element though I was quite a bit out of shape. Regardless, I had strangers approaching my friend saying, “You’re redheaded friend out there is a really good dancer.” Thank the gods, I have not lost my gift. While others feel lost if they’re not writing, or photographing, or crafting, or singing…..for me, it’s dancing. Why I haven’t danced for so long…well….there are many excuses. The most embarrassing one is I’m not in the physical shape I used to be and my pride cannot imagine dancing if I’m out of breath. But then, how else am I going to get into better shape unless I exercise ala dancing?
Yup. Nasty catch-22 of the subconscious kind.
Sunday crawled into being and I crawled out of bed. Muscles were in a full throttle roar of such aggressive disappointment you’d think they were Republican or something. Pulling ivy and then dancing put me over the edge, but not without grasping four Advil Liquid Gels in the process. My left shoulder and right knee moved as if they were made of poppy paper (bubble wrap), as I shuffled around the house. Yeah, I need to dance more. I also need to stop making excuses for not dancing more. Before I was a writer, a reader, a girl with a crafty soul….I was a dancer.
I AM a dancer.