I am a geyser of emotions.
Perhaps the ‘Old Faithful’ of emotions, even.
What can I say? I love to emote.
(Which is the same skill that scored me the role of “Mouse #3″ in our community theater performance of “Cinderella in the Wild, Wild West” in 1991. Top that.)
My mother once told me that I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve, I wear it on a sandwich board.
Lucky for me she happens to find this endearing (whether this is just because she is my mother and has dealt with it for 26 years, I can’t say). Regardless she loves it, until I can prove otherwise. She likes to tell the story of finding me at age 4, in bed for the night, looking out my bedroom window, crying. As the story goes, when she asked me what was wrong I said,
“Oh, I’m just looking at the moon, Mom. Thinkin ’bout the world.”
Even now, 22 years later, I still find myself drawn to pondering the sky when I feel overwhelmed. As cheesy as it is, I have a spot in Nashville that I like to visit when I just need to think. (read: cry)
I found it last year when we were visiting and still entangled in that tortuous teeter totter between moving to Nashville and staying in Chicago. It was dusk as we drove up a steep hill while exploring the town when suddenly this came into view:
Ok it wasn’t exactly that view, but that’s what it felt like it looked like. All dreamy and dusky and runneth-ing over with hope and promise.
So we sat and looked, and thought, and prayed. For the future, for the unknown.
And now that I live here that’s exactly what I do whenever I need to take a breather and think. And that’s what I did yesterday. And no, “Somewhere Out There” from American Tail didn’t start to play automatically.
I think it’s good to have a spot. Unless one of these days I discover its a makeout spot for Belmont students. In which case that may actually make me like it more. Opinion pending.
Listening to: My brain tell me to slow down on the fro yo, yo.
On my mind: Did I tell ya’ll that our neighbor adopted Mimsy and renamed her Angel? And that he now looks at us like monsters bc we didn’t wanna keep her. Sorry I’m not sorry.