Sunday Thoughts…

Completely disconnected ones at that…

Wicked was AMAZING! It always is but having seen it a few (15+) times, we tend to hold our breath that the actor won’t hit the note, or will pause at the wrong time, IMHO, or not be “right.” And they are all different in their own way and I think maybe that’s part of what makes the show so great. Elphie is Elphie but her own. G(a)linda is Glinda but unique. Fiyero is Fiyero but heroic in his own way. It just is always wonderful watching it unfold just slightly anew.

Completely unrelated…I read the Maria Kondo book. I want to love it. I want to embrace this spark of joy in everything I own. I kept getting stuck on the word “tidying.” It just rubs me the wrong way and I have to substitute something else in its place. But, it did give me some thoughts for what I really want on the back porch, or maybe what I don’t want, so it was probably worth the price of admission.

And I’m slowly making progress in my decluttering project which you all I know struggle with.

And still unrelated… I’ve been hearing Emily Dickinson in my head a lot this week.

I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!

Emily Dickinson

I always was a poetry hater in school until I found her. Iambic pentameter and haiku and sonnets are great structures. I just can’t connect. I am so tied into the form that it loses all meaning for me. And I’m a literature geek to end all geeks.

And I’m still not a poetry “lover,” but she opened my eyes to the possibilities and weirdly I became infatuated with Irish poets. I felt like they were willing to dig into the dirt and grime and show life.

But why Emily Dickinson right now? I am totally an introvert. No one will ever say otherwise but the feeling of being a Nobody is strong right now. I don’t want to be a Somebody, but the feeling of invisibility is strong. And not all that pleasant.

And that sounds whiny and obnoxious but I guess that’s also being human. We all need sunlight and water sometimes.

So… now you know my rambling Sunday thoughts. And I am off to lift some heavy objects and compete on my Fitbit daily showdown and hope that my keto brownies taste at least a little close to regular brownies for Snake’s birthday dinner.

Happy Sexy Sunday!!!

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