I’m experimenting with writing prompts…today’s was the word Marathon (don’t worry, I’m ok – it’s a gloomy reflection, not my present state).
caught in a storm on a slippery street, they pass me by faster, stronger, more determined. they will cross the finish line, rewarded for perseverance, off to handling the next mundane or spectacular details of their stable lives, while I, again, fall behind…
the lazy one behind a stream of normalcy, the anxious one behind high fives and warm blankets and congratulatory signs…the doubtful one behind everything and behind what i once thought could be my self.
in some primordial time i bought the t-shirt and was sent to Earth to run this marathon of mental servitude…therefore I can not quit the race.
Oakland, California, March 12 2015
Music – Ganesha Mantra (He’s the Hindu god who removes obstacles – much needed now)
Ever since I landed in California a week ago, I have constantly had to be on the rebound from one giant obstacle or another. I kinda feel like one of the Mario brothers in one of those castles – in a full sprint and feeling awesome about tackling whatever is coming and then SLAM! A giant wall of stone falls from out of nowhere and blocks my passage with the full intent to smash me to bits. Luckily I haven’t been smushed, and the stone slabs are more like hard rubber. Hard enough leave me jarringly disoriented but rubbery enough to bounce me back and force me to keep going (when in reality I sometimes I just want to be ‘Game Over’). Continue reading Anxious in Oakland…Jack London Square