Choosing when NOT to play is
how, sometimes, I will notice that what I thought of as play at some other
point in time Now seems, to me, nothing at all like free-spirited and deLIGHTfull,
two things that describe play exquisitely for me.
Choosing when NOT to play is
when I don’t participate in even the most benign of point counterpoint
discussions. When I simply act as if I did NOT hear or DO NOT comprehend or
simply am NOT in that
particular conversation.
NOT choosing when NOT to play
is why I got lost over and over again. In love. I kept picking up what I
thought was the rope of connection BEtween me and whoever. In those mistaken
moments it turns out that I was playing at what no one else was playing, at the
same time.
Choosing when NOT to play is
who I can BE sometimes. As though it were an iteration of me. I know this one
can make people uncomfortable. And ME unpredictable. Yet it is still a way I
reach for when I choose NOT to play.
Sometimes, choosing when NOT
to play is what I will DO Now when
it seems things are careening down roads I won’t travel anymore, roads which always
lead to painful outcomes, sooner or later…
I love you, Currie
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