Turning Miss Halfway to Miss Adventure
You oughta hear the mirror in my house
You oughta fear her pretty, pretty mouth
Says I'm imperfect in every way:
"Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway"
All my friends in L.A. got jobs on Melrose Place
I play Replacements songs and sigh-- a Waitress In The Sky
You oughta hear the things I've been thinking
You oughta swim in a heart that is sinking
You try to break me with all the things you say:
"Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway"
But I'm gonna burn, I'm gonna shine and multiply
I'm gonna fill up the great divide
You'll never break me with all the things you say
"Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway"
That's not the whole thing, but just some of the lines that resonate with me. When this was written, I don't think social media was a big thing yet, but that 'mirror' in the song is replaceable with "Instagram' in this day and age. Especially during this Covid-19 pandemic. You look at the overnight-bakers' feed, those who are building online businesses from scratch and those who are setting up fund raising website to help out those most affected. It leaves you with that guilt feeling, doesn't it? no? just me? I think to myself "Wow, look at them go!" Meanwhile, I'm sitting in my room, just mustering enough strength to not think about the fact that my dad is no longer here. We lost him early March of 2020, just before the lockdown happened. While I know, he is having a ball with Jesus in heaven, the hole he left in our lives is just unbearable. So I would distract myself with scrolling on Facebook and Instagram, looking at the feed of those who are actually doing some epic stuff during this quarantine. They flood your screen every day and sometimes, Inspiration strikes. You try your hands on creating some stuff, thinking "I can do that too!". But somewhere in the middle, or after it doesn't work out, you are back in your room again. or your bathroom floor. Crying. Spiralling.
Cut to two weeks ago,0[-n I decided to embrace it all. The pain, the trying, the falling down, the getting up, the failing and the succeeding. All of those are just transitions to what's next in life. So I want to go back to the things I am passionate about. : travel, coffee, wine, my dog, Athos and navigating life's slippery slopes, however which way I know how. Life is not one dimensional. There are forks on the road, curve balls and sucker punches. And these maybe be the very reason why we are not one sided, as well. I refuse to identify to Miss Maybe, Miss Almost or Miss Halfway. I have whatever I need inside of me to squeeze lemonade out these darn lemons!!! After all, life is what you make it!
Love,
Miss Adventure