The Return of the Fiery Spirit

Happy New Year!!

TRIGGER WARNING! RED ALERT!

 

Yes I’m back. After a much-needed break during which time I gave myself the opportunity to reflect. My blog had taken off in a wrong direction. Basically I was caught up. Lots of frustration. Too many obligations and responsibilities. Trying to juggle this concept of balance and harmony neither of which I achieved. Therefore it was time to let go.
When you fly too close to the Sun like Icarus you burn or in these modern times burn out.  A Fucked Up Life = A Fucked Up Blog.  I’m not Wonder Woman. The older I get the more I’m willing to admit defeat.  More people should pay attention to the expression Beating Your Head against a brick wall.  Well I have a bloody head.

Every so often you need to say, “Fuck it All.’ Like in Gone Girl I’m tired of being the Amazing Amy. Sometimes you must walk away from certain aspects of your life. My body does not handle stress well.  Finally around the time my laptop died I was having terrible headaches every day. Collapse. Nobody there to help me or pick me up.  As always I was and still am on my own.  My life had become a fucking circus of putting on acts of well-being.  Now I begin to tell the truth of a life filled with failures and flaws.  No perfection. No promises. No happy endings.  We deserve or think we deserve happiness, peace, joy and prosperity but life does not owe you anything. In this life you get many unexpected “gifts.”

If God/Universe gave out report cards my would be filled with F’s.  This is the truth I live with every day. Again I don’t sugarcoat anything. One can never go back. It’s like saying you’re still a Virgin after the hymen has been broken or a baby has passed through your womb. No returns.

I Am Not a Performance. I am Truth.

I don’t like to be typecast or put into a stereotype. That’s why I don’t take to so-called Life Coaches, Life Hacks, Therapists or sellers of happiness snake oils.  I don’t do Affirmations or Memes. They are totally lost on me. You don’t need to be a happy person to have Happy Times. I’ve had many Happy Times and will continue to do so. Happiness itself is situational. Just like anyway else who is brave enough to admit it I Love certain aspects of my being, my personality, my looks but their are other secret areas that come to plague me at night. That allow me no sleep.  Those are my demons and I welcome they. My demons are my closet companions. Reliable. Always there. Sometimes they even save me for where would they be without me. We are bound to each with an umbilical cord that stretches but never severed. To know me is to see a stubborn mass of contradictions. I’m a paradox wrapped inside an enigma.

Woman Deconstructed Renewed in Partial Forms

 

 

 

It is what it is. I follow my own mind and make my own decisions. I admit to being high strung, nervous, lacking patience and mercurial. Anxiety attacks are my normal.

Temperamental and sometimes ill tempered. Blunt. Straight. No Chaser. I’m not the Replacement Bitch. I AM THE BITCH. B.I.T.C.H. Being in Total Control of Herself.

Basically I wanted to trash this blog totally but I realized I needed the archives being that I lost many of my MS Word documents.  Also I needed a break from this writing blog to focus on my Photography Blog Roaming Urban Gypsy.  However after increased demand and support from my Subscribers I will once again serve up offerings of poetry, prose and opinion.  On My Own Terms.

Bits and pieces of my Life were in the Pawn Shop. Set up life a Museum dedicated to my past. Slowly once located I went back whenever possible to redeem and rescue pieces of my past so I could reassemble it into the future. Remade and Renewed through my own efforts or at times lack of efforts.

When one world dies another is born. And most don’t care unless it affects them directly.

I’m the Pegasus Unicorn in the Room.

It’s a Cold Broken Hallelujah

 

 

Black WoMoon Rising 2018!