*Cha Cha on the Rocks—Straight up and a little shaken.
I should feel better now, right? After a confession like that.
Why don’t I feel better? Maybe it’s not really real until I light it up like the rest and post it on the Cha Cha Beat.
It’s ready to go! The full draft is saved in staging. Except there’s no title yet. What is the headline that will transform my testimony into art? Maybe then I will rejoice in the beauty of it all.
The title is always the last to come. My beats are inherently untitled until the internet forces me to whip up a headline. A new beat complete, I plow through the tedium of metadata, eager to set my words free.
Maybe that’s why I’m struggling to release the beat of my last week. This time, it is not just my words, but me that I am setting free. It can be hard to say goodbye.
I didn’t write anything I haven’t told you about before. Though I’m not sure it’s ever been reflected in a single beat like that.—An expose of my shame. In this beat, I am naked. But I look good naked. I rebuttal with myself.
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These words feel so much lighter than yesterday’s and the day before. I am grateful to be on the other side of my quest, through the shadows of my shame. I am still tired from the journey. Maybe I just need to regain some strength before I share that beat with you.
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I am back on the rocks today. The blue sky is veiled in clouds and it is chilly sitting on the beach. But I am dressed warm and it feels good to be outside, looking out into infinity and beyond.