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Life is like a box of chocolates a dance floor!
Sometimes you're in the spotlight, sometimes you're not. Sometimes you know the steps and sometimes you feel way out of place. Sometimes you are a graceful ballerina, sometimes people are careless and they knock you down. In the end, we're all just looking for that grand finish. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
I guess the first blog entry is a good place to explain myself, just a little... I posted my first poem on WDC recently: "Fears of a dancing monkey" A poem about fear of being un-important, partly explains my pen name too. It is a sad poem about someone looking for approval. While this was very true of me when I was growing up, it is less true now. Now I am more wise, I understand the roles I am expected to play in this life. But that all doesn't let me feel like less of a dancing monkey. So, I've learned the steps and I know the song by heart. I dance with all the gusto and perfection I can muster and hope that they all believe the act. Perhaps that is a bit harsh, it's not all an act... I have love and true friendship, those are treasures. Nonetheless, I swop my masks and try to fulfill all my roles while the little girl inside just wants to play and be loved. This blog, this is my playground, thank you for playing with me for a little while. |