Dancing
There’s a voice in my head calling me to a party. Saying, “Don’t wait for a perfect time to dance. You’ve been waiting all your life. Start dancing now. Dance well.”
I’m your typical over-thinker. I always have long organized lists of things to do, things to achieve, things to get, things to give, places to go... Everything! And I have grand pictures of the future in my head— pictures I’d like to take, statements I’d like to make, people I’d like to meet, and of course, the love of my life. My imagination is wild— when you remember that I cooked up that Soft Coconut story, it’s enough evidence.
However, as an experienced day dreamer, I can tell you that you’re better off dancing today than postponing till you have a full costume and a grand stage. Do a little dancing here and there. You can do one dance step everyday or once a week. Just make sure you’re dancing instead of stifling all that energy in your heart.
For me, to dance right now would mean to start executing my grand plans in small measures, to take more pictures in the sun, to take more videos, travel more and talk to people. I’m dreaming of a day when I’d have ticked off all the items on my list so I can be happy to run off into a field and have a solo picnic with a bucket of fried chicken and an ice cream tub. Add cake too and a chicken-beef-hotdog creamy spicy wrap. I’m accepting that I can’t do a full dance routine today but hours of toil and hard work are taking me closer to that day. I’m also accepting that it’s only fair to myself to dance a little here and there till I begin to live my dreams.
Dreams come true but Dreams also change o. Be happy in the now. Dance!
My Failed Talking Stage
I’ve talked about this before but I want to talk about it again because all through this week I’ve been perceiving this boy’s perfume everywhere. Likeee, I don’t really understand. Please, if you have experience about these things, write to me and tell me what exactly is going on. My fondest memory is when I was sick and he took care of me. I mean, how will you come all the way to feed me chicken and ice cream when you don’t want to carry me away. Girls, don’t let anybody rub your back or feed you until your wedding day. If you like, harden that your fish head like a goat then you’ll start smelling the perfume of somebody’s son everywhere. Rubbish.
I call you blessed baby.
I can so relate ❤️❤️
Hmmnn.
I love this. Thanks for putting it down.
For this guy, omo 🌚