Thinking about Grandma's House

I wrote a post about my grandmother (and grandfather)'s house for work today. It's interesting because I don't usually get emotionally affected by what I'm writing, but I totally teared up writing it, and had to pace myself so as not to get upset. It's amazing how many memories in our lives are tied to places. I'm including a link to the post here (more about the blog it's on later). I hope you all get a chance to read and enjoy.

Grandmas House and Reverse Mortgages

In the abyss

I feel like I am in a creative abyss. I went out to take out the trash and wound up trying to dance on my lawn in flip flops. First I tried to work on a routine I've been practicing, but then I decided I couldn't be confined by choreography and did some other things. I'm still searching for the routine that will make me feel better and feel complete as a dancer. Or the style of dance. So that after practice, I will feel spent and not want to keep dancing. Unless love as a dancer is this feeling I keep feeling where I want to dance always no matter what.

Thanking and remembering

"you'll find your place again here. i know it :):)"

I love my friends.

On Pain

Over the last year and a half or so, I've had an ongoing debate with certain people about how much darkness is in my life. The argument is that I am dark "pink." Many people don't believe I've ever really suffered or experienced any smattering of pain, suffering, and heartache. I sometimes end up in conversations that are simply people listing off all the bad things that have happened to them. It is not a competition.

But I have experienced a lot of pain. And when events like those of the past week occur, they remind me just how strong I am and how much I have been through. I could be utterly destroyed. I could see the world in shades of gray or covered with black. I am that hurt. I am that betrayed and distraught. But I don't choose to view things that way--I don't choose to view people that way. My dreams and aspirations are still the same as what they were before they were crushed. I still want the same things. And that's what explains the "pink," that's what gives me hope and keeps me going. My future and my end result is not dependent on a single event and will not be altered (if it's something I really want) by a single betrayal or even a series of them. I am sure of that and convinced of that because that is who I am. I don't let people get the better of me or derail me from my dreams.

So I haven't given up on love or dreams just because of all the heartaches that have happened along the road. And I never will. But just because I don't cry or see a dark and ashy world doesn't mean I haven't experienced pain. It doesn't mean it doesn't feel like the world is crashing down. It doesn't mean that my heart isn't broken. Just means I'm stronger than that.

Stop All the World Now

I've been so busy recently, I've fallen behind on my correspondence. I'm surprised that nights can go by now where I'm not all over iChat or gChat or AIM. I'll be out and then I'll come home exhausted. I've had less time to return emails and phone calls. It's weird because it's not really me. I'm not flaky and generally very reliable, responsible, and on top of things. But so much has been going on recently, I keep falling behind.

It's hard because my friends are one of the most important things in the world to me. I would not be where I am without them and all the strength and support they've given me. I hope that as I vanish in and out of the world these next few weeks, I won't lose or damage the amazing friendships that I am so grateful to be slowly building.

And maybe eventually, I'll get this balancing act down right and have time for everything and everyone. :) Or so I hope.

"The snow was more lonely than cold"

Below are the lyrics to the Savage Garden song that's been stuck in my head for weeks. I love their writing and the refrain rings true for me.

"I Don't Know You Anymore"

I would like to visit you for a while
Get away and out of this city
Maybe I shouldn't have called but someone had to be the first to break
We can go sit on your back porch
Relax
Talk about anything
It don't matter
I'll be courageous if you can pretend that you've forgiven me

Because I don't know you anymore
I don't recognize this place
The picture frames have changed and so has your name
We don't talk much anymore
We keep running from the pain
But what I wouldn't give to see your face again

Springtime in the city
Always such relief from the winter freeze
The snow was more lonely than cold
If you know what I mean
Everyone's got an agenda, don't stop
Keep that chin up, you'll be all right
Can you believe what a year it's been
Are you still the same?
Has your opinion changed?
'Cause I don't know you anymore
I don't recognize this place
The picture frames have changed and so has your name
We don't talk much anymore
We keep running from these sentences
But what I wouldn't give to see your face again

I know I let you down
Again and again
I know I never really treated you right
I've paid the price
I'm still paying for it every day

So maybe I shouldn't have called
Was it too soon to tell?
Oh what the hell
It doesn't really matter
How do you redefine something that never really had a name?
Has your opinion changed?

Because I don't know you anymore
I don't recognize this place
The picture frames have changed and so has your name
We don't talk much anymore
We keep running from the pain
But what I wouldn't give to see your face again

I see your face
I see your face

Heartbreak by Proxy

In honor of Prof. Wood

The rain falls
droplets sprinkling
little pieces of my heart
like seeds of flowers
looking for somewhere to blossom
In spring
Tears that cannot be cried
Yet
Salt mines waiting to be discovered
Unleashed instead by the
Grey clouds above