Saturday, September 3, 2016

I (Heart) Chopper Chick‏

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Originally posted March 6, 2009 - Friday      

Current mood:  triumphant
Category: Life



Yesterday was a real struggle for me. The underlying theme of the day was Deliver me from this agony!’ I was sleepy, exhausted, cranky and quite possibly on the brink of violence. I entertained not writing this entry after my last ‘Susie Sunshine’ entry but I’m an expressive woman with complex emotions. What better release than to blog about it?  I think that the combination of anxious anticipation over Aunt Flos next visit, going to karaoke Wednesday night and making it to work before 6AM that next morning, put me in a awkward state of flux. I couldn’t focus on complicated, detail-oriented tasks because I was using all my concentration on not blinking too much or for too long. I was convinced that my dry eyeballs would most certainly force my eyelids to stay shut without any conscious effort from me. I was a straight mess. My own careless, self-inflicted bout of exhaustion had put me in another funk. So, I started my drive home from work yesterday with a mission; Get home safely and try not to kill anyone with my ridiculous road rage in the process.  The sweet stylings of The Eurythmics couldn’t even foil my foul mood.  Then, about half way on my drive home, a chick on a motorcycle pulled up next to me while I was stopped at a light. I glanced over at her and noticed through the clear part of her helmet, that she was probably in her 50s or so. It’s not everyday that I see a chick on a chopper but I’d seen it before. For some reason though, seeing her yesterday made me smile almost uncontrollably.  She wasn’t what one would immediately consider pretty by most unevolved ‘worldly’ standards but to me, she was absolutely beautiful. At first, I was mostly impressed that she’d passed me several times after our “meeting” at the light because I’m the original Ms. Leadfoot. Every time she did though, I smiled a little bigger.  She, a complete stranger that I’d never exchanged one word with, unknowingly brightened my crumby day by doing what she probably does everyday. That seemingly impossible and indeliberate feat made her unbelievably beautiful to me. While we shared the road and long after we parted ways, my smile remained.  I guess I zoomed in on something (her) and let it take me to a place I didn’t think I could go at that moment (happiness). I didn’t try to hold on to my exhaustion or frustration or all the stuff that went wrong that day. I let myself be happy because, well, I just wanted to. Every feeling and emotion-change doesn’t have to make sense to anybody but you. I’m a pretty unconditional lover of people in general but I can’t always manage it. As silly as it sounds, I love her. ❤ She’ll never know my affection for her and it wouldn’t be necessary anyway. The fact is, she reminded me that I can take what I want out of any situation. Sometimes, the outcome is squarely within my control. What starts off bad doesn’t have to remain that way. I think that sentiment is true in life and love. In a strange way, being content or contemptuous is contagious.  It’s so funny, I think back to my very first blogs and then to my most recent ones, and I’m amazed by my transformation. You are bearing witness to my wild emotional journey. It would be my hope to help someone else by my upfront emotional openness but if I don’t, I don’t. So what? That doesn’t make my transformation any less significant. This journey is mine alone to take. You probably won’t remember this but back when I was a kid, magazines had ads for cigarettes. I’ve never been remotely intrigued by smoking, I think it’s a filthy habit. But I used to LOVE the old ads for Virginia Slim cigarettes in the women’s magazines. The ads would show old pictures of women, like in the pioneer days or something, sneaking a cigarette when they should’ve been behaving “prim and proper”. The catch phrase/sales pitch for those ads would have been absolutely brilliant if they were directed at a healthier habit. The catch phrase/sales pitch for the old Virginia Slim® cigarettes was simply; You’ve Come A Long Way Baby! Boy, ain’t that the ever-loving truth!?!? But worry not my sweet people, I’m sure there are many more sad, sulky and slanderous blogs still left in me. After all, Rome wasn’t built in a day and neither was I.



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