The past few dreary/rainy days gave me a terrible case of tarantisma! It doesn't help that I didn't dance at ll last week and I missed class on Sunday. My body is yearning for a Dile Que No, a Sombrero Doble, a Vacila, SOMETHING!
The good news is that I have some free time this week. My Tuesday/Thursday class has been canceled and I am thinking of heading to Atlanta Wednesday night for some Salsa and staying through the weekend. Yay! School first, though, so I have to make sure that I am uber productive these next couple of days.
One thing that I have been reflecting on today is the awesomeness of my friends. I have truly been blessed to know some of the best people. I am not the kind of person that accrues a large hoard of friends, but I meet lots of people and the ones that stick are precious gems to me. No matter the degree of the relationship, they each enhance my quality of life in a very unique way (I hope they can say the same about me).
So, despite the mania in me for and due to the lack of dance in my life this week, I have much to be happy/thankful/encouraged about.
So, TLC, I answer you this way:
What about your friends - They are AMAZING
Will they stand their ground - YES!
Will they let you down again - Maybe, but friends love through the pain.
#blessed
Metaphorical Monday
Nothing like a little internal conflict to turn a smile down awhile (Yes, this was a pitiful attempt to flip the "turn a frown upside down" phrase).
You know that scene in the beginning of Office Space when the main character is stuck in traffic? He switches to the lane that is moving faster, only to have it slow to a near stop while the lane he just left begins to pick up the pace....I always think of that when I am in a traffic situation, because it seems to be such a truism. In some ways, it has encouraged me to just stick it out in the lane that is moving slowly, knowing that, ultimately, the speed of the lanes are about equal.
Sometimes, staying in the same lane proves to be advantageous. Other times, though, you get closer and find that yours was the lane with the accident in it, that was blocked, or where the spilled contents of some truck or car has fallen. In which case, you think to yourself, why didn't I just get over? The problem is, you rarely know if you are in an advantageous lane or the worst lane until you get right up on the problem. (Except, the occasional case when you see a sign that says "lane closed ahead')
Life works that way sometimes, too. Right now, I am in the thick of it. Only I can't quite make out the sign. Does it warn that the lane is closed or is it telling me that traffic is a little congested and when I can expect to reach my destination? I keep getting that itch to move over, but I am cautious of being caught in the aforementioned conundrum. However, with every passing moment my anxiety grows. What if I make the wrong choice and waste an irretrievable amount of precious time?
Where is that mellifluous voice of reason when I need it?
You know that scene in the beginning of Office Space when the main character is stuck in traffic? He switches to the lane that is moving faster, only to have it slow to a near stop while the lane he just left begins to pick up the pace....I always think of that when I am in a traffic situation, because it seems to be such a truism. In some ways, it has encouraged me to just stick it out in the lane that is moving slowly, knowing that, ultimately, the speed of the lanes are about equal.
Sometimes, staying in the same lane proves to be advantageous. Other times, though, you get closer and find that yours was the lane with the accident in it, that was blocked, or where the spilled contents of some truck or car has fallen. In which case, you think to yourself, why didn't I just get over? The problem is, you rarely know if you are in an advantageous lane or the worst lane until you get right up on the problem. (Except, the occasional case when you see a sign that says "lane closed ahead')
Life works that way sometimes, too. Right now, I am in the thick of it. Only I can't quite make out the sign. Does it warn that the lane is closed or is it telling me that traffic is a little congested and when I can expect to reach my destination? I keep getting that itch to move over, but I am cautious of being caught in the aforementioned conundrum. However, with every passing moment my anxiety grows. What if I make the wrong choice and waste an irretrievable amount of precious time?
Where is that mellifluous voice of reason when I need it?
Salsadelphia/ NASPA
This will be a quick post, because I am off to go salsa dancing in Philly in 15 minutes, but I wanted to keep in the habit of posting each week and including my WWotW (Wednesday Word of the Week).
Last night, I made the impetuous decision to go salsa dancing in Philly for the first, and I am so glad I did, but now I am hooked (thus my current adventure). Despite the fact that everyone was dancing LA style, I had a fun time dusting those moves out of the corners of my brain. I did okay, but I had a really great time (which is what really matters).
I like Philly. a lot. I like that it is so rich with history (despite that fact that a lot of it has direct ties to slavery). The people are friendly enough and the city itself is just... well, cool. I have been giggling the past few days to myself, because one girl at the conference said, "i am surprised at how nice people are in Philly." "Really, why?" I asked. "Well, you know how the say it is the 'City of Brotherly Love? It had gone to being called the 'City of Brotherly Shove' because of a rash a violent crimes that had been taking place."
The "City of Brotherly Shove"?! Hilarious! The people seem to be amazing, though. Maybe this could be a potential job/ home site after graduation... Don't get me wrong, I love Atlanta, but i have to be realistic about how likely I will find the perfect job, just limiting myself to GA.
NASPA has been good, as well. It has renewed in me a fire for this work. I am glad for it, because I was starting to doubt the usefulness of the profession. Things really do work out in the right timing. Well, I have to go dance the night away!!!
Last night, I made the impetuous decision to go salsa dancing in Philly for the first, and I am so glad I did, but now I am hooked (thus my current adventure). Despite the fact that everyone was dancing LA style, I had a fun time dusting those moves out of the corners of my brain. I did okay, but I had a really great time (which is what really matters).
I like Philly. a lot. I like that it is so rich with history (despite that fact that a lot of it has direct ties to slavery). The people are friendly enough and the city itself is just... well, cool. I have been giggling the past few days to myself, because one girl at the conference said, "i am surprised at how nice people are in Philly." "Really, why?" I asked. "Well, you know how the say it is the 'City of Brotherly Love? It had gone to being called the 'City of Brotherly Shove' because of a rash a violent crimes that had been taking place."
The "City of Brotherly Shove"?! Hilarious! The people seem to be amazing, though. Maybe this could be a potential job/ home site after graduation... Don't get me wrong, I love Atlanta, but i have to be realistic about how likely I will find the perfect job, just limiting myself to GA.
NASPA has been good, as well. It has renewed in me a fire for this work. I am glad for it, because I was starting to doubt the usefulness of the profession. Things really do work out in the right timing. Well, I have to go dance the night away!!!
Feng Shui: A poetic interlude
Thanks to Andre, I have had Feng Shui on my mind for the past week. I even spent the better part of a couple of days rearranging and reorganizing my bedroom!
It is funny how, when you need to learn/get something, it crops up in various places. It started before Andre, but he provided the articulation through his recent Feng Shui discovery. Then, the night I start to Feng Shui my room, another of my friends posts about Feng Shui-ing her room on Facebook! Since then, some concept of order, de-cluttering, blocking energy, and generally getting my life right has presented itself to me.
Okay I get it... Tonight, I commenced my bedroom Feng Shui. The other day, was focused on rearranging (something I do every 3 or 4 months anyway, but this time with purpose). Today, I began purging. I didn't finish, but my goal is to be done by the time I leave for Spring Break and Philadelphia this weekend.
Last weekend, I had a strong desire to write, but I was crippled by writer's block.
The beginning stages of purging my physical space, tonight, inspired me (I guess there is a little something to this after all...). Here is the first draft of that piece.
FENG SHUI
When a house is clean, so it will be with the heart that resides within it.
Obstruction is the destruction of the soul
And order is the living water that resurrects us
For God is not found in chaos.
I used to believe that the method was in the madness
And with gladness I accepted that creativity was only birthed in chaos
It was the ethos of my poetic soul and I only united paper with pen
When my emotions within could stay bottled up no longer
And the stronger they were, the wetter my parchment with black tears
Swirling, looping, and crossing furiously across a sea of white
I would write because I had to.
My mind had become so cluttered
And, I, a sluggard in true artistry
And the parts of me that longed to break free were buried
Under the mess of wounds and things I had longed for
That belonged more to the past than in the present wasted effort
On those weathered dreams of old blocking the energy
That was longing to burst free through these fingertips
And spoken on these lips.
So, I began to clean house
With fervor I ousted anything that didn’t belong in my sacred space
In unabated haste I powered on until every piece of clutter
Had utterly disappeared, and I felt all I feared slip away
Into the grayness that connects light with darkness
And the starkness of the contrast brought something with it
The present of creativity unhindered
Surrendered to the liberty of a clear mind
Giving me time to find my voice
And to have a choice about how it’s heard
So now, every word I carefully craft
Realizing that
The method is not in the madness
So, with gladness I accept that creativity is not only birthed in chaos
I have a new ethos that allows me to move closer toward authenticity
Toward the simple complexity that exist in me
To etch these words onto these sheets
Freely and without abandon.
It is funny how, when you need to learn/get something, it crops up in various places. It started before Andre, but he provided the articulation through his recent Feng Shui discovery. Then, the night I start to Feng Shui my room, another of my friends posts about Feng Shui-ing her room on Facebook! Since then, some concept of order, de-cluttering, blocking energy, and generally getting my life right has presented itself to me.
Okay I get it... Tonight, I commenced my bedroom Feng Shui. The other day, was focused on rearranging (something I do every 3 or 4 months anyway, but this time with purpose). Today, I began purging. I didn't finish, but my goal is to be done by the time I leave for Spring Break and Philadelphia this weekend.
Last weekend, I had a strong desire to write, but I was crippled by writer's block.
The beginning stages of purging my physical space, tonight, inspired me (I guess there is a little something to this after all...). Here is the first draft of that piece.
FENG SHUI
Obstruction is the destruction of the soul
And order is the living water that resurrects us
For God is not found in chaos.
I used to believe that the method was in the madness
And with gladness I accepted that creativity was only birthed in chaos
It was the ethos of my poetic soul and I only united paper with pen
When my emotions within could stay bottled up no longer
And the stronger they were, the wetter my parchment with black tears
Swirling, looping, and crossing furiously across a sea of white
I would write because I had to.
My mind had become so cluttered
And, I, a sluggard in true artistry
And the parts of me that longed to break free were buried
Under the mess of wounds and things I had longed for
That belonged more to the past than in the present wasted effort
On those weathered dreams of old blocking the energy
That was longing to burst free through these fingertips
And spoken on these lips.
So, I began to clean house
With fervor I ousted anything that didn’t belong in my sacred space
In unabated haste I powered on until every piece of clutter
Had utterly disappeared, and I felt all I feared slip away
Into the grayness that connects light with darkness
And the starkness of the contrast brought something with it
The present of creativity unhindered
Surrendered to the liberty of a clear mind
Giving me time to find my voice
And to have a choice about how it’s heard
So now, every word I carefully craft
Realizing that
The method is not in the madness
So, with gladness I accept that creativity is not only birthed in chaos
I have a new ethos that allows me to move closer toward authenticity
Toward the simple complexity that exist in me
To etch these words onto these sheets
Freely and without abandon.
Intuitive Dreamimg
Above is a little snippet from my Myers-Briggs personality profile.
Today, I was ambushed by grogginess and took an impromptu nap. During that nap I dreamed about a decision I have been trying to make. Everything from the dream screams that it is good to decide against it. Now, I find myself at a crossroads. Do I trust the dream and my gut, although I haven't sufficient evidence from any external sources to make the decision?!
For as long as I can remember, I have had dreams that prove themselves to be a fairly accurate reflection of real life. There are times in my life when these types of dreams are more frequent and others when I almost never have them. Sometimes, they are false alarms, but most times they come so close to reality its creepy.
This was the second of its kind in the past couple of months. (I still haven't received confirmation of the accuracy of the first yet or not. I have a feeling --pun intended-- that it will be a slow reveal). However, more often than the dreams, I will have strong intuitive senses about things. Like stated above, I cannot always articulate them, but I know. [Side note: I don't think I am some exceptional person --at least not on account of this trait :) -- because I know that this is common among people who are naturally intuitive. Often their explanations for things will be "I don't know how I know, I just know."
Now, I fancy myself a sagacious person even without this heightened state of intuition. There are a lot of things that I am not proficient in, but I usually have an astute sense about most things. So, this dream, paired with my own reflections on this decision, makes me give serious thought to deciding against it. Part of me thinks I should be more "sensing" (if I can borrow Myers-Briggs language) and gather more information first; which I may, if I can discern whether prolonging the process would be more beneficial than detrimental.
I don't want to fall into my natural tendency to trust my gut over all else (even though its usually right, lol!).
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