Surrender to Love! Getting My Shit Together.

Spinner, but in a good way.

Greetings fellow earthlings (unless you fancy that you might be part reptile, and that's a whole other bag of tails).

A new year approaches, and so a bloggie with a new outlook beckoned me. I'm thinking a lot about Love, Power, Relationships (horn doggery and platonic) Goals, Possessions, Food, Housing and Getting Old. I'm a grown woman, so I'm meant to have nicely compacted pooh (get your shit together!).

It turns out that getting one's twos in order isn't always easy or straight forward is it? At the moment I have goal setting in mind. I suppose you might too, seeing as how the new year looms upon us with it's winking eye, a finger beckoning like a decrepit old Santa with conjunctivitis. No, no, sorry, got that wrong ... the new year dances towards us like a golden and white shadow of fairy brightness, sparks fly off her dissolving wings and enter through your third eye; bliss! Whichever it may be, it certainly can be a weird and weary time for many, so take heart (or take ovaries, or take balls, whatever suits), and do something, or make something up!

MAKING IT UP! 

It is really hard to remember that we are not imprisoned at times. I don't mean deeply depressed. I don't mean boo hoo hoo all the day long; I mean a sense of feeling ever so slightly trapped within your own body or mind. Yes, you can go for a walk or read a book, but if that sense of trapped restlessness is still in you, then perhaps make up something that is silly or refreshing.
Ideas:

• Visit a friend, but make a jelly with plastic toys animals embedded in it. 
• Put on ridiculous makeup and music and dance around in the living room. 
• Get something that annoys you (a horrible ornament you got for Christmas) and spray it gold, or white. Put it somewhere like the hollow of a tree, for someone else to find.
• If you know a child (over four), take them to a bridge over traffic and dance and sing so that the cars beep or wave at you. This works well if you are a show off and the child is too.
• Read 'The Shipping News' by Annie Proulx if you haven't already done so. Finished it today and cried my eyes out, it was that damn good. Avoided reading it for years because it was so highly recommended (silly me).
• Think about what kind of volunteering or kindness you could do for someone else. Save up and instead of going on holiday, help someone or something else. Pondering this for myself at the moment.
• Have a clothing challenge for each week. Plan something fun to wear, or something you really like, and then figure out what you have to do to justify wearing it. A flowing purple ballgown embroidered in gold, hmmm, I might have to drink tea out of a thermos on the beach for that one.

A few nights ago I was in the kitchen making something to eat. I had on a crappy radio station as my transistor radio has limited tuning capabilities. I couldn't be bothered bringing my computer up to the kitchen, and so it came to be that I found myself dancing to 'You Can't Touch This' by none other than MC Hammer.

I was an early 90's back up dancer complete with pooh pants and jerky arm movements. God I worked up a sweat. That song is a lot longer than I realised. I remembered how I used to put on a record every single day when I got home from school (from the time I was 10) and would dance for at least half an hour, just for the fun of it. Who does that when they're 'grown up' unless they're a limbering and sculpted dancer by trade? Not many of us I'm guessing. So why not? Because the TV goes on? Because we're tired? Because we haven't really thought about it? So let's think about it. Turn off the TV. Put on the music. Do something, or don't do anything, but be deliberate about it.

So that's my goal. Make it up. Introduce something new, however small. Not doing anything 'amazing' for new year? Catch up with someone else who isn't fussed if they're not off their heads on E or getting drunk down by the waterfront.

Take pleasure in the small things. Let your love over take you in the ways that are tender and subtle, or share it like a wave of nice and goodness. Make room for kindness. Make room for the good.