wrestle

i am wrestling. with a lot. last monday, there was such a sense of peace and calm before a storm just blew through my life. i am such an optimist, i almost missed it. but it flattened me today, the remnants of the storm making me achey and unsettled.... and i dont want to make it sound like "the" storm, as if somehow its the only one that has happened in a while or that its isolated and singular in its effects and aftermath. but its one of the storms that happen and those storms are to be expected. i wish i had better vocabulary to describe what it did. sometimes i get sick of the set of words i use for things and wish i could use a whole other language to say how it feels. why is there such a deep deep desire to explain inside of me? i know that somewhere in me is a writer, a story teller, a conveyer of how it is.

i went to this country western bar/dance club thing on saturday night. i am sort of ashamed to admit it, actually. but it was fun and i wont deny that i enjoyed myself, especially when the band covered usher's "yeah" and the guitarist actually rapped. i was pretty much in heaven right then. but most of the night i stayed inside myself and just observed. just watched people and wondered about them. why were they here? what was their motivation? what was their story? i wanted to get inside their brains and just wander around and figure them out. and write about them. there was this much older man in a flannel shirt sort of just lurking at the edges of the dance floor. he looked lost, a bit too old to be there at all, his eyes set on something none of us could see. every now and then i would see him bring a girl half his age onto the dance floor and show her a good dance. and you sort of expected him to be inappropriate or weird... but he just danced with her and spun her and touched the small of her back for just a second and then spun her again. and i just watched him- wondering how he got to be such a fine dancer? what brought him here tonight? what was he like when he was my age? was he lonely now?

i don't know.

there is wrestling. there is no definition. there is a realization that if everything i know is logically wrong, i still can't walk away from it because there is no where else to go. there is a standing on the edge of something and not being able to see. there is confusion and exhaustion and questioning.

ah, but then....

there is dancing.