Blog Manifesto

Blog Manifesto


This blog is dedicated, as the title would suggest, to the qualities of being young. We are young writers. We are playful and sensitive, fluid and changing. We are unashamed with our art. We wonder at the world, puzzle over the meanings of things and twirl in delight at images and ideas that float by, grabbing at them as they pass. We are curious and constantly inquiring and prying concepts open and taking assumptions apart. We are on the ground, close to the earth. We have bare feet and wiggle our toes into nature. We carry our blankies still and wrap up cozy and comfy with each other and tell ghost stories and shiver at creepy things. We laugh and we cry and we take a lot of naps, drained from our outings and exertions.

We write as gifts to each other, tying them up in ribbon and leaving them around for each other to find, hiding and waiting for the person to wake up and read. Surprise! We weave our stories together to create a bond. One writes, then the other. then another again. We have a shared reality that we have crafted, bit by piece by patch, by string. We write simple, honest authentic things, with our unique voices. You can tell each one of us from the other, without knowing who wrote what. Our voices are clear and gentle and original. We whisper and our personalities roar! Like children, our feelings are strong, our passion for what we write shakes us. We are moved and sometimes left breathless, by our own words or the words of each other. We cannonball into each others spaces. We fall backward into each others writing, like into a pile of leaves or a soft bed. We gobble and grin and ask for more. (footnote kudos to JC)

Then we go to bed, wake up to a new day and do it all over again!

Monday, March 26, 2012

a cognitive dissonance

of late.. my mind has been wrapped around winning and losing..

i used to play games.. and get so angry if i lost.  even the simplest least competitive games.  i had to be the best.  very few people know this about me, partly because.. i won a lot.. mostly because i usually never let on.  i let them see my competitive nature.. but rarely the flash of anger.
well.. unless it was monopoly or.. checkers. 
i experienced the same feelings in playing omgpop games.  i had to be the best at whatever i played. 

it wasnt about winning.  it was about being the best. 
i wasnt happy.  and i didnt like this ugly side of myself.
but i think i have won this battle.

now.. i settle for just being good at stuff.
i am happy just playing and having a good conversation with a friend.
i am happy just horsing around and having fun.
im happy just walking into a game.. with friends shouting my name.
they seem happy to see me.  as happy as i am to see them.
that's so.. nice. 

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life just seems like a series of victories and defeats
and there is yet another battle i would win.

no matter how large or small the victory in my life..
it's hollow

in this moment.. i feel sapped, drained, and raw again

i opened myself up today
i did things i find particularly difficult and distasteful
things i usually avoid

decisions
judgements
opinions
and a little deceit

i stepped so far out of my comfortable place i could barely stand it
and i felt physical pain

the pressure was.. intense, but i survived
and i did the job well.  this is a victory.. right?

then.. why do i feel empty and unhappy.. defeated
..like i am running in circles again
im running myself ragged.. knowing there is no winning this race.

i was asked to do this job today.. because someone believed in me.  and instead of feeling pride and confidence.. i just felt more pressure to perform.. to produce.  i realize this is partly why i never went any further in my career.  i buckled under the slightest hint of pressure.  i need to think about this more.  im not seeing the entire picture.  i just know i have impeded many of my own potential successes. 

is it ok to say that i know i am great?  that the talent i possess.. and have worked so hard all my adult life to hone and perfect and craft.. that i know it's special?  that i could be.. the best!  if i were a great pianist.. it would not be so hard to say it.  but because my instrument.. my art.. my talent is a physical part of me.. saying that is like saying i .. I am great.

as a singer, i have always found it amusing that we hear ourselves so differently than others hear us.  we perceive our voices..  in abstract.  it took me a long time to find my voice.. to love and appreciate it.. to even recognize it.

i am finding my voice all over again.  here.   a new voice.  this voice says im gonna be ok. heh.. will i ever believe that?  this voice says to let go of victory.. let go of defeat.. and just be.  heh.. will i ever listen?

will i ever trust my own voice?
could it be.. i have to 'win'  because those lesser victories somehow superficially make up for.. the victories i could have had in my life..
lydia.. i miss you

2 comments:

  1. JC ...have you read "Unbroken"? It's written by the gal who wrote Seabiscuit. I'm recommending it to you because your essay reminds me of my own thoughts not so long ago. I consider the fact that I took the time to read it a life-changing miracle in my life. I came from the experience of that biography to a greater understanding of what is heroic in all our lives. I sense you would benefit from time immersed in the story.

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    1. thank you for the recommendation.. i will read it. :)

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