ResurRECTION

Hoh Boy! First time in a looooong I have been inspired to write.

So ya, a lot of SHIT has happened since I last logged in one whole year ago. For example: Boy stole my heart. Kept my heart. Refused to give back my heart. So of course, I stole back (my own heart, need I remind you) in the heat of the night. Then I gave said heart back in the morning. Found dignity. Took heart, soul and existence mother fucking back. It's all mine now.

Oh. Of course, other things happened too. My family has continued to support me to the extreme, the monkeys I like to call my children are still growing and pushing all boundaries, nursing school is ever present, there is a wonderful new "old" man, and of course, my ex husband is still an abusive asshole.

But then there was my California vacation.

I forgot how to breathe until I realized I hadn't done so in at least as many years as the monkeys have been attached to my back. Hiking 10,000 ft. high in the Sierra Mountains will make a person realize how vitally important breath is. It can also make a person realize the value of each inhale and exhale.

There is a daily life in which we must exist. You know, the one where all the stupid, mundane, committee meeting-menu planning-activity scheduling-homework suffering-bull shit happens. Then there are those moments when Life (God, Allah, She, He, The Uni-Verse, Jesus, The Name You Use) takes you out of yourself and you find the real meaning-the real place you are supposed to exist. Yeaaaaa.....

Then there was California.

Returning to my reality has been akin to facing a Polar Swim in The Atlantic in January.  Blech. Funny thing though, reality doesn't really give a shit about my feelings and while I have been trying to again see the sparkle in the truly magical reality in which I live, it has been...mmmmm...let's say... challenging. Challenging that is, until today.

Two things happened today to help me FINALLY find the capacity to inhale and accept my current reality, then exhale and be at peace. The first event was discovering Charles Bradley. Find him. Like him. Buy his album. Watch his story; Charles Bradley, Soul of America. Holy smokes, do I really need to say more?!?

The second thing that happened today was to watch old school (and by old I mean 2004, so not really really old school) Dance-Offs. Watch:  http://youtu.be/M2bXnLvTFy8 and just try to tell me that making the human body move like that isn't inspiring!

Watching others succeed in their realities reminds me to appreciate mine. To focus on what I want, to live for my goals. My truth is that I do, in fact live a princess life and other than normal sibling squirmishes, I have nothing to bemoan.

So, at the end of my day today, I realize that my fairy tale life has had a moment of resurgence, revitalization, revivification. No doubt. Resurrection is freakin' awesome.