#recoery

I have been absent from blogging but fI have good reasons. I wrote a play. It’s like 10 minutes but I’m really proud of it. It’s my baby.

Also. Pokemon Go. Let’s talk about Pokemon Go. I was never a huge Pokemon person as a child. I played a little but only until middle school and then I stopped being interested. Even so, I was never super into it. I don’t know all their numbers and evolutions and stuff. I just get the basic concept. So when Go came out I was like whatever maybe. Then B was like no. Download it. It’s awesome. And I was like ok.

Guys. It’s the best therapy. It gets me out of the house and moving. There are clear objectives so my mind is occupied. It’s an ice breaker. You see a person catching  Pokemon, you talk about your teams. You made a connection. Teams are cool because you feel like you’re part of something, you have pride in it.

there is no wrong way to mourn someone

my friend taught me to be

unafraid

inspired by life and each other

grateful for the opportunity to showcase and appreciate artwork

bold & kind at the same time

never missing a moment to laugh

honoring one’s self

respecting each other’s choices even when we think they are fucking dumb

writing always writing opening my soul up to writing and conversing and asking questions

human

turning smashed bits into shiny artwork and calling it an original

So, here I am...putting myself out there because my mourning looks like a conversation with the internet about poetry and artwork and getting back on that stage

I haven’t performed much since I quit drinking. Used to be I’d sneak a drink (or several blatantly if feeling bold) before getting up to the microphone

So...I will use this place to put myself more out there. To get feedback. To encourage myself to reclaim myself.