lost in translation
Most days I can run my tongue to the point of exhaustion – I’m like the Mad Hatter but a Gabber, ya dig? I bear that gift proudly as part of my Friend roots – we are surely a talkin’ kind of crew.
But some days…the talking stops…the jabber stops jabbering…and everything turns inward. Part of what makes me me is that I share my life with others. The good the bad and the wicked dirty…I work hard to be transparent. In recent times, though, I’ve found myself at a loss for words at the negative impact others make on my life. And it’s difficult to share that with those who care because I’m affected in such a way that the pain takes away my gift of gab. It takes away a piece of my spirit. And it ruins a piece of my heart. So I sneak back into myself, hiding and finding solitude in the realm of good ol’ fashioned pen and paper. In the past 60ish days I’ve journaled 90 times about the good the bad and the wicked dirty…and I’m fairly certain it’s far from over.
Before I formally began my business and writing on this blog, I blogged about enjoying the journey in a personal webblog. Seasonally I would showcase my feet, enjoying the pavement…the grass…the water…
I took this picture right around the time my world flipped upside down for the second time…my babylove chucks…worn out and slightly used up…but with just enough tread to survive another few rounds of life…and just enough spunk to kick all the dirt right back to the curb.
You might be reading this immediately following your 91st journal entry about the good the bad and the wicked dirty…it gets better. I swear it. I can’t tell you when because, for myself, I’m still not quite sure when it will get better. But it will. It has to. When you’ve hit rock bottom there’s nowhere to go but up, my friend. And as my Mamaw puts it, “In a month this will all just be a memory.” And…when the time is right…
…and know that you’re fantastically splendid and worthy of all the awesomeness this world has to offer! 🙂