December 8th, 2009


Talk about feeling emo

I wrote this about a year ago now when I was going through a really hard time. Talk about emo. I don't usually write poetry. The only time I do is when there are some strong emotions, usually depression, going on. I am very happy to say that I am way past this now.


I stand in your presence
Lost in your dark regard
Naked and alone

Humbled and abased
In abject sorrow
I bow my head

Held in your arms
Amid fleeting solace
I cry our loss

Adrift on the wind
Go the petals of life
Their worth unknown until gone

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So, who's nervous? I'm not nervous. Nope. Just 4 more days to Winter Wonders and I'm still tripping over my feet. Now, if I could only stop stress eating...

Winter Wonders is the winter dance showcase for the belly dance studios in this region. Over Thanksgiving break, 2 weeks ago, I went to the studio to talk the beginner troupe into letting me pratice with them. I hadn't been able to dance in several weeks and just needed to in a bad way. At the end of practice the teacher asked me to join the troupe. In a fit of insanity, I said yes.

WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING????!!!!!!! Three weeks to learn 3 dances from skratch.

I've got 2 down, sort of, but the third one is eating my lunch (and supper and breakfast). I repeat WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING.
I know I'm a masochist and I like a challenge, but please, WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?!

No wonder I haven't stopped eating in days. Way to go Amanda, gain 5 pounds before you have to prance around in a stomach baring costume.

Just shoot me now.