Get back up, get back up, get back up
Every time I open up Pagecord, I tell myself, "welcome back".
I really ought to stop meeting this way, as if I should be more committed and less flighty, but it also feels freeing in a sense.
In the current times of grief, I will take fun, low-pressure, and ease where I can.
Writing feels like something I can do while at ease, at least, when I take off the boxing gloves and let myself breathe into it.
The wonderful thing about writing in this way is that it does not demand, it is instead a dance between me, myself, and the words -- how can we express ourselves and delight in the synchronization?
How do we recover from fumbles when I step on the feet of the metaphor, the analogy, the communication I am attempting to seduce, to flirt with, to twirl around with?
Oh however we may stumble, get back up, get back up, get back up.
The music is still playing, there is still life to live, there is laughter to be had, so let us dance, dance, dance!
Thanks for being here.
Love you,
Nadine ♥
I really ought to stop meeting this way, as if I should be more committed and less flighty, but it also feels freeing in a sense.
In the current times of grief, I will take fun, low-pressure, and ease where I can.
Writing feels like something I can do while at ease, at least, when I take off the boxing gloves and let myself breathe into it.
The wonderful thing about writing in this way is that it does not demand, it is instead a dance between me, myself, and the words -- how can we express ourselves and delight in the synchronization?
How do we recover from fumbles when I step on the feet of the metaphor, the analogy, the communication I am attempting to seduce, to flirt with, to twirl around with?
Oh however we may stumble, get back up, get back up, get back up.
The music is still playing, there is still life to live, there is laughter to be had, so let us dance, dance, dance!
Thanks for being here.
Love you,
Nadine ♥