I am a chick in springtime breaking out of her shell. I am a nut reborn.—Shellless, I am exposed. A naked nut, just me being me, on the internet.
I am naked on the internet.—That’s kinda what I said, but not really what I meant.
I must be a nut. To think that I can do it all, all alone. I am the sole writer, editor, and publisher of Cha Cha Beats Media.—Am I nuts? Or am I so crazy that it just might work?— Perhaps two things can be true at once.
This is a lot of work, even for a nut like me. Sometimes I feel crushed by the weight of my ideas. Sometimes I feel crushed by the weight of my body.
Sometimes I feel fresher than a jar of Skippy. But not the smooth kind. Not yet, anyway.—Oh, that Cha Cha, she’s so smooth. That’s what they’ll say. …Eventually. Probably. Maybe.—I am crushing it. I am crushed, chunky and inconsistent.
This is my destiny. That doesn’t mean I logically want to do any of this. I’d much rather be puttering around, cleaning the house, before our date night in a few hours. But I am here, taking the time to show up, naked. For you. But really for myself.—This is not free will. This is my ego bowing to the Universe.
Naked and afraid, I accept that I do not have a choice. The implications of this are nuts.
