So, I don’t know what is up with this southern weather, but technically, it is Spring, and I, for once (it only took 20 years!) am fully embracing this most stubbornly warm and beautiful season. Call it early-onset nostalgia, call it pollen induced hysteria, but apparently hell has frozen over, and I’m actually enjoying the warmer weather. Who knew! But – South, make up your mind, please. I mean really, I just don’t get it. I will never understand the way things work down here, but you just can’t have gorgeous roses blooming all over the damn place one day and snow the next. Come on! What gives??? Where are the seasons?!
Monday…Oh, Monday, I’ve never really had a foul relationship with you, but today, you’re breaking me! I haven’t been sick-sick in over three years, so when the plague of germs finally did hit me this past week, it was crushing. But did I rest or stop? Nope. For some strange, inexplicable reason, my reaction was rage. I simply could not admit defeat!
When times get rough and my emotions just seem to mull out of control, I so desperately miss dancing. I always found I best expressed myself through movement. Dance and music were my reason for getting up in the morning. It was my everything, my heart, my soul and my future. But, when the unexpected happened, and I got injured and very ill, I had to find a new outlet. And honestly, I’m still struggling to find that.