Story Goes. . .

. . .And I don't want that.

I have a post that's been sitting in draft for a couple years. Knowing when I wrote it, it would be some time before I would be ready to read it. Not sure if I will ever post it. Just story that I am not sure if I will be ready to tell. Wonder how many of us has these stories within us?

Been holding on to another story and I need to let it out. Been researching for some time.  Been neglecting her. Listened to part of an audiobook by the author, Eat, Pray, Love. She goes on about how she had story about young mid-western lady going to Brazil to find her boss's missing son and money. Life got in the way and she put it down for a couple of years for various reason. She met an admired author and later learned that the story that she had intended to finish, well, it left. Unbeknownst to her, with a kiss, the story found another storyteller. Over lunch they both learn, that it went to her new found BFF, the newly friended admired author sitting across the table.

After hearing this I was prompted, aka a kick in the butt, if I don't write it this story will be moving on to another writer. Well, its long overdue. She needs to be freed. She needs to dance. Her story needs to be told. Don't want to let this story down. I liken it to dancing girl in front of you. She's shaking her hips, calling with her hands that she doesn't want to dance alone. One could stay seated, like so many others that don't have their potential realized. But when the Muse calls, even a baby knows to stand up. Enough of that. This declaration needed to be said aloud. Assurances need to be made and action needed to be taken.

There are many songs out there. Many stories that need dancing partners. However, catching up on some 365 projects--catching up with some 5 things I am grateful for.--catching up with drawing projects--catching up with pictures to be posted--one lest not forget Priority Number #1, get story written. Some songs/stories are classics.

There was a lady, I thought was my soul mate. Events occurred and things never seemed right. Timing was off. One person was here and the other there. One was on the East Coast, the other West. We switched places. She on the East and I lived on the left coast. This person was with someone and the other wasn't. Situation switched again. Emotionally, physically, spiritually--it was close, but not enough for that Jump. Now this person is M-ed. Didn't even realize this person was divorced or separated. When I discovered the last name changed, well, Fuck. My perspective change. My Attitude altered in some imperceptible way. Would take aerobic classes because it felt like I was with her. . .with her dancing.

Admittedly, I didn't like Zumba classes so much after the discovery of her newlywed status.  Reminded me of George Michael song, "Never going to dance again, guilty feeling got no rhythm." Left a class early because, I was feeling angry and I wasn't sure why it bothered me so. It was weeks after and I was upset. No. Rejected, dejected, and plain aghast. Anyways, that moment passed and I've moved on. Guess its true, Emotions causes Motion. Frankly, I occasionally get "Let's get the "F" out of here" feeling. Sometimes I act, but this is waning.

Its hard some time and life gets in the way of hopes and intentions. Half of this month is already gone and there is so much work to be done. What about those New Year's Resolutions. Almost ate a breakfast burrito and drank a diet pepsi this afternoon. Here only sixteen days of swearing off drive ins and soda for three months.

Deep breath and take little steps of this incredible journey. Horoscope said I needed to buckle down these next few days. Glad it did. Needed some words to get me moving. There is much life to be lived. Life that needs to written down. Stories to be told. Don't let them dance alone.

Not the post I first expected, but I hope it inspires one to get off their duff and go do what needs to be done. Get to stepping.