I'm not sure what this plant is called, or what that amazing blossom-to-be will eventually be. Those curvy almost tentacle-like tendrils possess shades of the wild thang that eats people in Little Shop of Horrors, but they are quite beautiful at the same time.
We all have that dual personality disorder goin' on in every moment. Just depends which one we choose to activate; consciously or knee-jerk, they show up either way.
Some days the dolphin side takes over, the part of us that remembers that life is supposed to be fun and that play will net us more of what we want than any amount of manipulation or self-denigration will ever produce. Those graceful, gentle creatures handle moving back and forth between two realities with ease and skill. Breathing air has its cool aspects, and breathing water is home. Both work, and options are good.
And some days require allowing the crisis psycho pirate a few drama-filled scenarios to get the pull of resentment and fear out of our systems. Cooler heads may prevail, but a heart that needs to express some rage and frustration will have its day; planning for it saves so much wear and tear on the body/mind.
Ceramic dishes sent spinning into concrete works just fine, as well as screaming inside your car at the top of your lungs, wailing on a pillow or a mattress with a wiffleball bat, or plugging into the music that never fails to pull you into a new head space.
Whatever it takes, you know?
And if you're anything like me, giving in to the pirate takes some doing.
Aren't I supposed to be all serene and shit?
I'm a thought chaperone.
I don't do that drama thing anymore.
Well, guess what. We're humans still walking on the planet. We need to acknowledge that we experience the gamut of feelings that are in the dictionary, and then let them go. Pretending that they aren't there is so old paradigm, and so doesn't serve anyone in the process.
Perfectionism breathes life into the pirate.
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