Sometimes life can really mess you up. I used to go about my days thinking that there were certain things about my life that I really KNEW FOR SURE, and then one day, I woke up in a nightmare, and realized that there is no FOR SURE in this life. I never really understood the expression “coming undone”…but this morning, I’m thinking maybe I do, maybe I am. I keep seeing stories about people who hit rock bottom and because of it, were able to create new and (maybe for the first time) fulfilling lives for themselves. But first they had to hit, to break, to be labeled as “the incoherent crazy lady”, to completely obliterate the lives that they once knew, in order for the metamorphosis to begin…
I used to say to my kids “If you see crazy coming down the street, cross to the other side”. But recently I’ve had a change of heart on the matter. What if you see crazy staring back at you in the mirror one morning, like some uninvited guest you can’t get rid of. At some point you’re going to have to embrace crazy. You’re going to have to invite crazy in for coffee and make your peace with her. Perhaps you’ll find that crazy is not as bad as you once thought. Perhaps crazy helps you retrieve your dusty ”freak flag” from under the bed. You know… the one you used to wave so proudly when you were young and knew it all and didn’t give a shit what others thought. Perhaps you realize you really like crazy, prefer her even, and you want her to stay forever. I used to fear crazy, now she’s my BFF!!! OK…it’s my blog. I can go off on a metaphoric rant if I want to, I’ve earned it
Bad things happen, but life goes on, things get better…Happy New Year! (and, if you remember, drink a toast to crazy people and freak flags!!!)