My friend, Monserrate, cracks me up. In recent months, as he describes it, a window opened to this world. He's been gazing in, enchanted, and transcribing the journey. Recently, he wrote, "In nine months of writing, I've exercised self-restraint in my storytelling. Today I said, F*** it. Dragons."
That's the mantra. I can't get enough!
Whenever I'm feeling timid or doubtful, "F*** it. Dragons."
I keep over-explaining my life, usually to myself. The self-critique is that it's too much, I'm too all over the place, chasing a passion for writing, a yen to be digging in soil, my love of yoga.
F*** it. Dragons.
Kevin & I were talking about the versatility people cultivated in themselves even two generations ago. We weren't quite so stove-piped, so specialized. A doctor still played baseball on the weekends. A mechanic wrote poetry. Farmers were (I say are) philosophers. Certainly, people today are multidimensional, but I think too many of us are apologetic.
Certainly, our efforts much have depth and sustenance. Cultivating a sampler platter of passions leaves us superficial. I'm allowing myself to be a Renaissance Woman, or as Kevin prefers, a Jack of all Trades. I want to clean my home with gusto and some salsa in my steps. I'm planting a farm in my backyard. I plan to publish my poetry. I teach and practice yoga to stay apart of an ancient lineage.
F*** it. Dragons.
I just love your willingness to be real...you are unique, strong and special to me!!
ReplyDeleteI agree it apparently is a movement to using STRONG language to dig deep! my mantra on my first ever 9 mile run was "Dig F*cking Deep" and I DO NOT CURSE!!! LOL...see one of my FB posts yesterday ;-)
Or, as Sugar would say, "write like a motherf@#!er!" Love this.
ReplyDeleteLove you both & love Sugar!
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