*Cha Cha on the Rocks—Straight up and a little shaken.
Another day sitting on the rocks.
I am getting stronger. With each word I am restoring the confidence of a once cocky writer. That writer stopped writing. Because she forgot what she was writing for.
Years later, I am prepared to write* that wrong. I write because I am a writer. Without writing, I am incomplete.
Writing makes me stronger. Writing helps me make better decisions. Writing lets me know what I really think.
Sometimes I don’t know what I really think. I write, letting my thoughts spiral until I feel empty. Writing opens space for something new.
The air feels still today, January 15th. We’re still not halfway through the first month of the year. I love how slowly time passes after the holiday rush. This of course is relative because time, we all know is speeding up.—What’s that mug say? The one I bought at the thrift store by Sprouts. The days are long but the years are short.
The days are long when you’re not busy. The days are long when I’m not writing. Writing is more than being busy. Writing is sitting still. And keeping my fingers prompt at the keys. Writing is waiting patiently for one word at a time. And trusting those words will set me free. These words set me free.
Today I am free. Because I am writing. The hours pass with intrigue of what I might realize.
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This is my life because I am not a mother. A young mother cannot sit alone, on the rocks for hours, waiting for some words to come.
As a woman, if I am not a mother, am I really here? What is my purpose if not my parts. Does the Universe love me beyond my body? “Beauty and brains” is never the headline.
I feel the warmth of a flame. Where is it coming from? My stomach? My womb? My gut. My gut wants to be heard. She says, keep writing, Cha Cha. This is the birth of something new.
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Today I am writing on the rocks because I have no reason not to. No rain. No prior commitment to family and friends. It’s MLK Day and my office is closed.
When I write on the rocks I do not spend money. When I write on the rocks, I am not wearing my pajamas. When I write on the rocks I do not binge watch or listen or eat.
When I write on the rocks, I absorb the power of the western sun. When I write on the rocks, I breath the fresh ocean air. When I write on the rocks, I feel like a rockstar.