When first we met I was young, too young to know better, too young to care. I loved the ritual involved, the burn, the salt and lime taste. You were cheap but I held my own, you didn’t make me sick.
When next we met I was a little older, a little more worldly and had learned some about you. The ritual still held the same fascination and you were soon my shot of choice. Others feared you but not me.
When next we met it was my birthday, a friend gave me a large bottle of ‘the good stuff’. You were shared with the crowd, consumed in one glorious evening. You were always welcome.
When next we met I was older, wiser, and enjoyed you sparingly. My tastes more refined but still festive. You still never made me suffer the way you did others, I loved you for that.
When later we met I cooked with you. Your flavor adding so much to grilled chicken and mixed into drinks I loved. I joked that after all these years you were still part of my festivities. My old friend.
The last time we met I was in your birthplace, Jalisco, Mexico. I toured factories and watched you being made. I learned about the process, the grading and about your proud history. I found some marvelous versions to sip, that no lime or salt is needed for the good stuff. I began to think of myself as a connoisseur rather than simply an enthusiast. We have come full circle my friend, from novice to master. Thank you for your wonderful (if fuzzy) memories.
I found a letter you wrote me, pressed inside the pages of an old notebook. It’s been so long I don’t exactly remember when it was written. You spoke of missing me while I was out of town, excitement at seeing me when I was due home that night and then a list. A list of the things you loved about me.
Loved. Past tense.
Reading the list makes my throat clench and blurs my vision with hot angry tears. You loved me, you loved me this much and still we destroyed it. I destroyed it. I’m so sorry.
You will never see this, our worlds rarely brush against each other, we’re very careful to avoid that. If I ever loved you I can prove it by letting you go, hoping for your happiness, owning my responsibility and swallowing my sadness. It doesn’t mean I don’t miss you though, because I do. Terribly.
I have a few quotes scattered around the house, some on refrigerator magnets, others scrawled on post-it’s stuck to my idea board. A good quote can motivate or make you think or crack a smile.
I love this quote from Dr. Seuss; the originator of letting your freak flag fly. It was okay to be different in a Seuss world. The quote’s a reminder to simply true to yourself. The perfect personal statement.
A wonderful suggestion to leave your baggage at the door. To let a bad day go, to learn the life lesson offered and move on. It’s certainly harder in practice, but essential to mental and spiritual health. I know someone who can’t let go, who can’t get past the past, and every slight, every unfulfilled wish becomes something so much larger and ominous to him. Sometimes it’s exhausting to be his friend. I want to just throw my hands in the air and give up.
Today I felt compelled to make a Six Word Story with the image as the theme.
Fragrant morning partner, my liquid inspiration.
Why do you write?
I started writing as a child because I didn’t like the stories being told. One of my first ‘long stories’ (as I called them) was the origin story of the characters on a TV cartoon I loved. The TV show never addressed how the unlikely group got together or where they originated, perhaps it was something the writers were going to address later but never did, but I felt compelled to write their story.
The next long story I wrote was a crazy dystopian future story that was heavily influenced by the cold war and the threat of World War III (it even had Nazis). I wasn’t trying to create a better reality, I think I was more trying to prepare myself for the worst case scenario.
I write now because I have something to say. I write this blog as a warm-up, the daily stretch on my novel writing marathon training. To stay in the habit, to ensure I’m moving forward and staying in practice.
There are so many stories to be told, so many ideas yet to see born on page (or on screen).
I write because I feel compelled to write.
Unless you are using personalization and “tweaking” as a means to keep yourself busy and delude yourself into thinking you are making content for your blog when you are actually just rearranging the chairs in your closed restaurant.
Stop fiddling and start writing.
Mainly the above was said for my benefit, but if you think you may be guilty then by all means I hope it kicks you in the pants. My friend Mart likes to remind me the only thing that makes you a writer is writing. Put your ass in a chair and write.
I think I was lucky to stumble onto this theme and then realize that I could take some of my favorite pictures and use them as headers and suddenly this pre-fab theme became mine. I’m wary of widgets because they can sometimes really distract from the writing and I don’t want to do that. However, if anyone has a suggestion of how to make the site more easily navigated or include some feature you’d like to see, I’m all for that and willing to explore adding new ways to increase functionality.
Oh, who are the people in your neighborhood?
In your neighborhood?
In your neighborhood?
Say, who are the people in your neighborhood?
The people that you meet each day
I’m not ashamed to say I loved that song when I was a kid and a daresay that it was what I would be singing when I wandered off to introduce myself to people. I heard a few mothers gasp. Yes, I would in malls, grocery stores, the beach, you name it, wander off and introduce myself to complete strangers (usually working) and ask them what they were doing. I always seemed to get a positive result.
I’m Kelli and I’m a Blogging U. addict. Well maybe I’m more a Blogging U. flunky who is taking the course again. Scratch that, I’ll go with I realized there was more I could learn so I want to do it all again!
Welcome to my hub. Because I am a computer geek, the word hub made me think of… well a hub. This hub is a beautiful 4 port hub from ThinkGeek which is sadly no longer available, which is a total shame because it would look great on my desk. It would go well with the tardis shower curtain I am using as a screen to hide my closet after I removed the doors and added Ikea shelving.