An accidental prelude, of sorts...

I suggest you turn this shit up and listen to it as you read.

It will make you jive.

Jive like there ain't no tomorrow.

Here To Stay

Christina Aguilera

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I'm jiving right now.

Just like Cuba Gooding Jr in Jerry McGuire during his "show me the monay" moment.

Why?

Because "YOU'RE MY MOTHER FUCKER!"

That's why.

I have a lot to say.

A lot has gone on in my personal life (YES! My life does exist offline, and away from my laptop!...Well, sort of...Okay, no, not really. This was through email) and I feel that it would be lying by omission to not talk about it on this crazy little thing called Vox.

This little blurb was going to be a lot longer, but it will soon be written and posted...So it can get up, and out of my heart, as it is a story built over my lifetime that has erupted in a most bittersweet, and anticlimatic way...

I cannot write it tonight, as any writer's soul knows...It has to come out when it wants to. You cannot force it out of your fingertips, no matter how hard your try.

Unless your heart wants it released, it will forever stay lodged in your pen.  

 I've included this lovely song by Christina called "Here To Stay" because that's how I'm feeling right now...Surprisingly un-meloncholy, a little feisty, but mostly just fed up, and moving on.  

I've got that deep jiving in my soul that's keeping me going. It's keeping me feeling light. And keeping me feeling like I'm okay.

Like, "Dude. It's good.You got this! Shiiieeet. It ain't no thang."

Why my motivation sounds like that annoying little ghetto doll from the old 7up commercials, I have no clue.

But it does.

It also comes in the form of a hot British man who manages to listen to the running commentary of anything and everything that is in my brain at any given moment.  

Funny how the person who motivates you, can also be the same person who can hold your face and tell you to quiet your mind, and just be.

Thank you.

I am still now.