I am seriously starting to feel the magic unravel and the real world is settling in very hard. The lake effect is starting to wear off, the clouds are moving on, dissolving from the puffy cumulus to the wandering cirrus. I am not going to even try to sugar coat it, life came rushing back in a deluge type fashion as soon as vacation ended. That very second that you tap back into the work front, the damn’s crack has been exposed and the explosion of fierce water flaying your body, knocking you to the ground, dragging you down!! Not that my job involves a whole lot of water, the metaphor still holds.
I have to admit, I am surprised at how long the magic from vacation lasted despite being drenched. I felt light and happy and content with myself for a long time. The smirk of magic that I felt left a semi permanent stain on my perspective, giving everything a rosy glow. That luster, unfortunately, has faded to a very dim and dreary sun washed peachy beige. The filter is still there, but it lacks color.
I helped restore some of the pantone color last night through my favorite means of therapy: dancing. I love to dance. If you don’t know this about me, then this is obviously the first time that we have met. I like to shake it out, dig it up, twist it
put it downtown and bring it up to the top of a jump. I like to boogie. Shake out my soul, that’s what I call dancing. Last night I danced out every part of my body. Nothing was left out of the complicated symmetry in expressing the sounds and feelings of the music. When I dance I feel like I create a beautiful harmonizing energy that lifts up the heavy soul, spins it so that it can hang in the air, float around in the atmosphere. Your soul should be like an iridescent bubble gracefully floating in the air, softly spinning and easily twirling.
Needless to extrapolate much further then to say I went to a party and it was fun times. I had a great night connecting with people, feeling the energy of happiness, taking no less than 5 rides on the giant tire swing. I love to swing. Again, needless to say if you know me even a little bit. I love to feel the centrifugal sway lull my weary body with its force. I got some great compliments from people that I just met and that makes my ego smile brightly. I was told that I was the best dancer there. He said to me: I love the way you describe things.