The Cave

So....

I have pretty awesome to share.
But instead of totally fizzing out the story with the grand finale, I'll take you along on a stroll.


Once upon a time ago, I was born on the coast of a beautiful ocean. Shortly after my birth, my family and I migrated to one of the most liberal cities in the country. (the one where pretty boys where tight clothes and smoke hand-rolled cigarettes, ladies with septum piercings zoom passed you on their road bikes or Vespas in full-length silk skirts they made themselves, the generation of today is found either at the closest record store, picnicking at the Springs, or doing yoga on the curb, while tripping on shrooms! All of them without a single care in the world. Yes. THAT city.) I've grown up in this beautiful city, but didn't blossom in the way I would've wanted to.

My parents raised me in a strict Christian home and, I realize now, limited my resources that would've contributed to the lifestyle I wish so wistfully I could've grown up in. They judged the crazy events, people, and aura that flooded the city. The flood that changed someone as soon as the refreshing waters touched the skin. They forbade me to go out and explore, saying "come home as soon as you're done with school......No, of course you can't have a job, school is your job.........No, you can't drink with your friends, drinking is illegal...........No, you can't go downtown, do you know how wild it is down there?" 

Collectively, my parents bestowed these rules on me. But if it was up to either of them, mom is the one whose harsher hand would've struck much more rashly. Instead, they demanded that I play sports, all sports. And do school, all school. That was my life. School and sports. Day in and day out. Over and over. And over and over.

I managed. It was boring, but I managed to make it to college.

When I finally spread my wings and flew to college, on an island far, far away from all things normal and.....legal.... I rediscovered a life I'd always wanted to live, a new person I wanted to create in a islander's body in which I wanted to fill myself. The island life that consists of watching the waves roll along the shoreline as the sun rises, running on the beach with the dog, snacking on a fresh fish taco then grabbing a cold one and cruising the island in nothing but a bikini and a bike and where shoes and business outfits are foreign objects, watching the gorgeous ball of fire that is the sun engulf the ocean in layers of pink, orange, hints of purple as it sets and the world quiets down for another island evening.




I discovered a feeling within me today that I'm proudly defines what I have become. The woman I've blossomed into. I lie in the category of what is called a Hipster. I also incorporate all that is an Islander. But I cannot shut of my love of sports that grew so painfully within me. The pain that exists because of a love for victory! I am so very proud to report that this feeling is me. That this truth exuding from every pore radiates the very person I want to shout to the world, "THIS IS ME!!!"


Today's ephiphay: I am half hipster, half islander. Stuck in a jock's body. What a glorious mess!
A New Beginning to a Beautiful Existence