Yesterday I went for a walk. To some people this may be an, ‘are you serious?’ moment, but for me it was kind of a big deal. I’m not a walker; it comes from years of being afraid to walk. Here we’re going to have a brief nostalgic moment:
When I was younger my hips hadn’t developed properly and thus when I walked my left foot used to aim inwardly. This meant that I used to trip over myself … a lot. I was a crier, and often covered in plasters. Over time, I grew to be scared of walking anywhere for fear of tripping over. I was also really slow, so it took me ages to get anywhere, and my hips would end up aching.
But I loved walking. I love the experience of just being alone with your thoughts and being able to silently observe what’s going on around you. So with needing to lose weight, and the doctor telling me that walking might help the pain, I set off with Meg around the park.
This is Meg:
(the girl is my sister.)
On our walk she kept tripping me up. She’d stand stock still in front of me and I’d fall over her. But I also got an idea about Norah’s character, and when I got home found out that there is actually a Celtic myth that equates to what I was thinking. I was hysterically happy.
I just wanted to get out there that I’m trying to be a better, healthier person. Before you ask, Meg does get walked elsewhere. We have fields full of sheep and we’re trying to train her at the moment, it’s just we usually drive around, which isn’t good for any of us.
I also wanted to say that walking around and being able to mull things over was amazing. Sitting there and staring into space never usually helps. I know that there are probably a lot of you out there like, ‘I could have told you that’ so yes…
Anyway, I chose to write some lyrics about the pains of rejection because my lyric writing isn’t going that well at the moment. Hopefully, soon we’ll also have my blood test results – which I’ll mention more at a later date.
So here it is, Rejection Woes:
I’m sorry
awesome story
but you don’t fit,
sincerely,
you’re clearly
rejected.
Heartbreaking,
gut-wrenching,
feel so unclean.
Send back out,
won’t lose out,
someone’ll want me.
I sent an SAE
why won’t you reply?
I sent two dozen cookies,
why don’t you want me?
I have a story to tell
words to get out
plotlines to inspire you.
Got the easy motifs
and upsetting scenes
all I need is guidance.
I’m grateful
we’re unable
to see where you’d fit,
faithfully,
but really,
you’re rejected.
Back breaking,
huge effort,
won’t make it today.
revisions,
rewritten,
we’ll have it one day.
I wrote a novel
will anyone ever see it?
I love my story,
does anyone else but me?
I have a story to tell
words to get out
plotlines to inspire you.
Got the easy motifs
and upsetting scenes
all I need is guidance.
If I lose out today
don’t mean I’ll be forgotten tomorrow.
I’ll always stay,
my words will inspire someone.
I have a story to tell
words to get out
plotlines to inspire you.
Got the easy motifs
and upsetting scenes
all I need is guidance.
As usual, I’m fishing for comments.
Until next time, that is all.
