Disclaimer: The following Weekly Authentic is senseless. It has purpose only to me, and Iâm still trying to figure out what that is. I share it with you only to see if you can find meaning before I get to it. I just felt like I had to say these things, that they were somehow important. I really want to know what âItâ is, but Iâm kind of afraid of what I might find.
Itâs about speaking up without yet being spoken to.
Itâs about survival.
Itâs about making lists.
Itâs about hoping to God that I have a few more hours.
Itâs about a relentless search.
Itâs about being open to something that hasnât been dreamed of yet.
Itâs about wringing out wet T-shirts.
Itâs about not knowing how things will turn out and acting anyway.
Itâs about running in place and getting winded.
Itâs about feeling worthless.Itâs about The Glass Menagerie, West Side Story, and Waiting For Godot.
Itâs about the history of all things beautiful.
Itâs about crying when you recognize something.
Itâs about mothers, and the absence of mothers.
Itâs about wanting to wriggle away from all responsibility.
You see, I may be a fragile, murky, pedantic and obtuse, broken, fanatically supportive, fluid, wandering failure, but at least Iâm not ugly.
