Sunday, 21 April 2013

What I really, really, want...



I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want.

Well, I would if I knew what I wanted. Sometimes I think know, but I’m realizing that sometimes I have a hard time admitting it. And I’m not sure why. But admitting you have a problem is the first step, right?

I can generalize, and tell you what I want. Connection. Love. Acceptance. Fun. Joy. Laughter. Freedom. I can slightly more specific: I want dark chocolate.  A good red wine. A long slow kiss that leaves me breathless. But other times, the details are a little fuzzy. Mostly things become clear after the fact- I liked that. I didn’t want that. This is not what I expected. Wow, more of this, please. (That’s my favourite, I won’t lie)

I want to know more, more of the time. I want to want, and I want to shout my desire from the roof top. I AM APPROPRIATE! I WANT WHAT I WANT AND THAT’S FUCKING AWESOME!

Yea, that’s what I want. The platter doesn’t have to be silver

Wednesday, 3 April 2013

Channeling my Inner Bruce



I got a facebook message from Bruce today. Yes, that Bruce, the oh so tall, handsome, red-headed man of my high school dreams. He was always yummy to look at, but that was not what I admired most. It was his unabashed Bruce-ness. At a time when everyone was struggling to fit in, Bruce was doing his best to stand out. And he did, not by being a braggart or a show off,  or a clown, but by being himself. He tried on different personas and ideas, and admittedly there was some definite weirdness, but he wasn’t in your face about it, he just was. And I so admired him for refusing to be anything but himself. I thought he must be marvelously brave. 

And from the tone of his message, he is still being delightfully himself. I had to laugh, and marvel for a moment at his delicious Bruce-ness. 

But then I got to thinking about my closest high school friends, and how we were all ‘different’ –none of us were fitting in, and because we knew we didn’t fit, we quit trying and instead went about the business of trying to figure out who we were. There was some weirdness, and a whole lot of fun.

When I think about my life, and the things I’ve done, I realize that I’ve done a lot. I’ve been an original; so far I’ve done a pretty decent job of being Tracy. The things I am most proud of, that I am most pleased that I have experienced or accomplished, were things that felt right for me- and every time I was able to hear my inner voice, it didn’t matter what anyone else thought or said or did, I knew what I was doing. I knew it was right and good and exactly where I needed to be.

I’m noticing the amazing power in simply being myself, in following my instincts, in being vulnerable enough to be me, no matter what anyone else might think. And often when I’ve deliberately dared to something a little wild, maybe even a little crazy, I haven’t been put down or judged, I’ve been applauded. Strangely enough, it’s not that I haven’t been being Tracy, it’s just that I haven’t been seeing me be Tracy. 

Thank goodness for the new graduated lenses!

 “Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.”- Dr Seuss         

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.' We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?” –Marianne Williamson