Not so much of a dancer here...just the occasional solo living room variety. But it speaks tons to how the last year has changed me. I just read last year's post. The fever in my blood has been cooled a bit...and I am a little more settled down (and all my shit is in one location now) but I still live just as small. Continued have been my efforts of pairing down...the goodwill almost knows me on a first name basis and eBay has become my second source of income. I've managed not to consumerize and replace any of the purged shit. No longer do I struggle with the feeling of being a loser. Daddy's birthday passed without the common side effect of head rattle that's accompanied it for all the years before. I would call my life uncluttered. There's not a ton of shit...not so many people in it...not so much expected of me. Sometimes I get bored but am still resisting the commitment of cable tv.
The first completely solo girl motorcycle ride was Sunday morning. It felt good to get it out of the building (and back in) and on the road without any help. Even though the trip was to see my parental unit that lacked the same enthusiasm as myself about it I sometimes surprise myself and that feels really good. I enjoy the little things everyday...things that seem too insignificant to tell most people.
Like the unexpected really low tide that let me and the furry guy splash in shallow tidal pools where the inlet normally churns and find tiny crabs that enjoyed the paparazzi.
And the beach while its still dark, just before sunrise. Its good for the soul when there's not a soul in sight...like clockwork that song comes to mind every morning when I get there...then the other soul walks into sight and my day starts off good...again. I'm looking forward to so much but don't have any plans. It seems the best things in life show up and surprise you when you are least suspecting and things you thought unbelievable become real. Who needs to plan when you have that...