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Making Waves

Image: Making Waves by Visual Paradox

Been overwhelmed with regular life lately. We’re back to the drawing board on the medical stuff and truthfully, I’ve had enough. I’m going to take a break from the doctors and do it my way for awhile. Get off my reading/writing ass and exercise, eat way better and all that other healthy stuff I ignore because I live in my head so much. (g) I’m pretty sure I’ve got a food allergy thing happening, so I may visit an allergy specialist. We’ll see.

Today, I’m in good spirits. I do have to dress up in fifties clothing tonight and work my son’s elementary carnival, but as my husband keeps pointing out, busy kid schedules are just the way it is. (Theirs is killer right now.) I’m watching the moonbounce tonight which is one of the easy ones. Yay! Rowdy boys crack me up so it should be fun.

The title of the above image is Making Waves. I’ve always admired people who make waves, who follow their dreams and beliefs. Used to be a bit of a wimp myself, but that’s changing fast for me these days. Not afraid of saying what I want. That is the lovely part of growing older. (Tho, it might be the only lovely part…)

The first time I saw that image, making waves wasn’t what came to my mind. To me, it looked like a person discovering herself. You see that image in the mirror, but do you ever reach inside to know the “real” you? She looks so curious in that image, yet also surprised. “Wow, is that who I am?”

I touched on the subject of down time briefly in the piece I did recently on the 23rd Mandalation. I called it Our Quintessential Self. It was about psychic experiences and tapping into the divine– that sort of fun stuff I occasionally like to write about. But a conversation popped up about how much we flood our senses these days. Suffocate them.

I am so guilty of this. I always know when I’ve had enough. I get antsy and frustrated… short tempered. Had a bit of a rant yesterday and my poor husband, being typically male, was trying so hard to come up with a fix. Men do that. They like to try and repair a problem. This can be a good thing, but sometimes a women just needs to work through a problem outloud. I’m sure it’s annoying as hell to the poor male. At least mine, anyway. Talk about living in your head. Sometimes, you gotta poke him to see if he’s still alive. All of his rants are internal.

I’ve been stretching myself too thin then expecting to sit down at night and write the great American novel. My poor brain is so full of all the little things I’ve got going, that this week, it just took a break. I haven’t written a word of fiction in over a week. I can’t remember the last time I sat down a read a book through. Doc-T teased about me finishing a bunch of books in a week and it’s just not happening these days. I’ve got a short attention span issue happening here so I’m actually reading about five books right now. Not a good idea, btw. (g)

I get seriously antsy when I’m not writing. And when I do sit down to do it lately, half the time I end up frustrated by the blinking cursor then I get sleepy. Not me at all.

So, I’m in the process of streamlining things to leave more room for the fiction writing. To leave more time for thinking. Books do not get written if your mind is constantly flooded with debris. How can plot and character grow without sustenance?

Blue Moon, also by Visual Paradox

I used to have the time to go out at night, stare at the moon and dream. I keep saying that now I need to make time. To tell you the truth, this just might be something I’m going to have to carve out ruthlessly.

It’s time to make waves in this crazy schedule of mine.

Oh yes, I’ve been neglecting music lately here. That’s reflected in life as well. We should never neglect our musical sides. My brother emailed this morning to tell me that Tool’s new CD is releasing soon. Yay!!!! I’ve been a follower of them since the very first time I heard Sober on Undertow. That song blows me away still. Here’s a taste of the new stuff here. www.myspace.com/toolperfect0 . It’s very, heavy rock music for those who aren’t familiar with Tool — so skip if it isn’t your thing. The Pot is very good.


  1. April 28, 2006    

    Have fun – I’m working the kids parties today, too. Lots of stuff planned for outside. Looks pretty gloomy right now : (

  2. April 28, 2006    

    We have an outdoor carnival tonight despite the 100% rain.

    We do need this rain, tho.

    You have fun at your stuff, too. They keep us busy, don’t they? 🙂

  3. April 28, 2006    

    It IS a great perk about age though 🙂

  4. April 28, 2006    

    When I find myself making waves, it’s usually because somebody has tossed me unceremoniously into the pond.

    Fifties garb? Would that include bobby sox and saddle shoes? Long skirts and stiff white blouses? Is that the theme of this event?

    I’m crossing my fingers hoping that your diet and excercise regimen helps. Please don’t be too harsh on us guys’ penchant to want to fix things. In guy school, we all learned that that’s the way men should behave.

  5. April 28, 2006    

    Oh, I would never be harsh about that. It’s a wonderful aspect of men. The part that can be hard is when they don’t understand that there are some things they can’t fix. Then frustration sets in.

    And the men who did learn this behavior in guy school are the good ones. 🙂

    I was going with the poodle skirt, but instead I’ve got the high ponytail with scarf, bright red lipstic, capri jeans (in style again) and my husband’s long, button down white shirt. I do have bobby socks and keds, tho.

    I do enjoy making waves ocassionally, but I hate upsetting people so it’s constant inner battle because wave making generally gets things moving and crashing…

  6. April 28, 2006    

    Great post. I don’t think a person can discover themselves without making waves. It is a natural byproduct that comes from looking outside of “comformity” to see who you really are. It may not be a tidal wave but then again it might be.

    I hated doing stuff at the schools with the kids. I never fit in with the other parents. It felt odd.

  7. April 28, 2006    

    Betty, no offense, but you wouldn’t fit in with the othe parents. You’re a rare gem who is loved.

    I’ve learned over the years that making waves only goes over well with kindness. (Kill ’em with kindness.)

    Hope the new diet helps the tummy problems. I have noticed a difference in mine since I cut out the junk. Lost a few pounds as well…

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