Inspiration born out of Frustration – Yes!!!!

I’ve been feeling restless today. Yes, I am a restless soul – with no place to rest and no place to hide. But I’m looking for a perch to plant my butt on- just haven’t found it yet.

So what do I do when I’m restless? I usually wander around wondering what is wrong with me or what I’m going to do with this misguided, unused energy. I do, however, have a couple of outlets. Writing is one, but writing doesn’t always come easy and I’m not always in the mood. My thoughts must be clear to write, and when my thoughts are clouded with severe restlessness, writing is out – can’t really do it.

My second outlet – ahhhh… that is the one I’m pleased about today. See, I play guitar and while I’m not the best guitar player, I do enjoy sitting down and strumming my heart out when I’m feeling kind of lost. That’s what I did today. Yup. I did. And, occasionally – no very rarely – when things are really kind of up in the air, I actually manage to write a song. Now, sometimes when I write the words come first and other times, the music. More often than not, I have words and no music (because I like to write.) Today is different . . . yeeesss! I have the music (I even ran around like a chicken looking for the digital voice recorder (which I couldn’t find, darn it ) and had to settle for plugging a microphone right into the computer lest I forget the chord and strum pattern) – just the beginnings of a song, but the beginnings. Sweet music to my ears!!!

I’m pretty sure I’ve got a good idea of the words that will be going with the song, but that will take some time. The music has a mood to it – a distinct mood – and I must make sure that the words match that mood. For now, I will be taking the time to treasure the sense of satisfaction that comes from finally being able to express myself in ways other than direct words and finding a place to hang my restless hat.

Catch ya on the flip side.

Breaking the ties of Real Life – Conformity and Morality

I had an interesting discussion with someone today. I can’t really remember how it all started, but the general gist was about conforming in Real Life (RL) and participating in Second Life (SL) and further, whether or not we bring our own morality into how we act in SL. The end result of the conversation was me stating that I will not sit and judge anyone for their actions in SL – people can say, do, act, and with whomever they please on SL. That is their free will, their right – and with this right, comes responsibility. The responsibility is theirs to solely own. That’s it – period.

I will freely admit, as I have discussed in other blog entries that I am struggling to learn to let go of the things which constrain me in real life. I am a control freak – my whole life is scripted, but SL is a place to let go and if I am to worry that someone might be judging me and my actions and deciding whether they are moral or not, then I will be further impeded in my efforts. I have to set this thinking aside. In essence, SL is a chance to explore things which are outside of what I would normally do – if someone wants to judge them as good or bad, moral or immoral, go for it – but it is my place to be me.

So, what am I trying to say? Hmm… if you run across me in SL, or if you already know me, be yourself. I appreciate that people will be concerned about what I may or may not think, but ultimately it is my choice whether I choose to stay and participate, or delicately excuse myself and find other ways to occupy myself. And, conversely, I should expect the same of others. Respect, dignity … these are things we cherish in RL, and well, to be honest, things we should respect in SL too.

Have fun, be yourself, don’t worry about me.

Catch you on the flip side.

Restless days… restless nights

All right – here’s the scoop…

It’s Friday night, and what’s a girl like me doing sitting at home?  Yeah, my beach house is nice and all, but I gotta get out and live a little!  Add to my “To do” list:  Find a place to go and whoop it up.  Yup, will do… absolutely, for sure, no problem.   Right after I get back from some Real Life (RL) commitments.  Arrghh.. I said some bad words … RL.  LOL.

Seriously, I do have to venture out and do some of that stuff, but for sure, when I get back, I’ll be looking to kick up a storm.  I suppose I’ll be thinking of some interesting search terms to put in the search engine… let me think.. “Weird” popped up some interesting ones last time.  Do you think “Raise a little hell” will produce any results?  hehe.  Maybe what I need to do is find some glow in the dark body paint and go skinny dipping at some very populated beach – I always knew there was a show-off in me.

Well, that’s all for now.  I really do have to return to reality.  Sucks – big time!  But, don’t you worry Second Life… I will be back!

Catch ya on the flip side.

Feeling Icky

I’m on day two of being home from work. Ugh!

I do not have a job where it is physically taxing, but it is mentally. Between last week and this week, I’ve been stretched to my limits, and when this happens, I typically pay the price in a physical way. Icky. There are many ways this happens, for which I will spare the details, but the troubling one is headaches. Arrgghhh. Problem is by being away from work, I have more work piling up. I need to clone myself.

I haven’t spent much time on Second Life (SL.) Not that the headaches will stop me, but more the nagging feeling that if I’m not feeling well, I sure as heck shouldn’t be having any fun. LOL. Not to worry though – yesterday was spent sleeping all day, and today will most likely be spent doing something similar. *sigh*

All this brings to mind one more thing I like about SL: You don’t get sick. Or at least, thus far I haven’t discovered that you do.

Catch ya on the flip side!

What is love – a Real Life (RL) Story ;-)

Well today has been an interesting day; not so much by my lack of time on Second Life, and certainly not by my regular everyday activities at work, but rather by my activities after work – yes, this is a Real Life story.

Isn’t love an amazing thing? You can be so angry with someone for the things they say that seemingly are said out of context and on the fly, but when push comes to shove (and I mean literally – read on!) you figure out where the chips lie.

As I type, I am looking at hands which are amazingly clean, and I know that I have a pile of clothes that I shucked right outside my front door so that I wouldn’t leave a horrendous mess behind me as I came into the house. I didn’t even care if the neighbors saw my half naked body! And, I also see the indents on my fingers, particularly, my ring finger where I took care to remove my wedding band and engagement ring before I pulled up my sleeves and gave the love of my life the help that he needed.

Now, what did he do? Well, boys will be boys, and in the midst of checking out some new toys, he got himself stuck in the mud – and I mean STUCK! We’re talking knee-deep, suck the shoes off your feet, mud up to your crotch stuck. So, there I was, dutiful wife (did I say loving yet?) helping in whatever way I could to get him out of the mess he was in. Granted, there really wasn’t too much I could do because it was BAD and BAD in the worst sense. Mostly I was morale support, and he certainly didn’t appreciate my sense of humor nor my optimism when I pointed out that it could be so much worse. Sheesh… I was only trying to be helpful. I did end up flat on my arse in the mud when my shoe got stuck and I lost my balance. In hindsight, it was probably on the breadth of my butt that prevented me from sinking way down deep. LOL.

Lucky for us, some nice fellow (and I mean really nice) came by and was not about to be deterred by the fact that we just didn’t seem to be moving – at ALL! We broke several cables, then the fellow headed off to get some “artillery” – 4X4 speak for “Get you out of your sorry-ass mess?” About an hour later, knight in shining armor arrives (Yeehaw!) with a tow rope. Well, you would have thought this was it – we were out of there. Noooo…. would you believe that we broke that tow rope twice? Found out later it was a rope supposedly capable of withstanding a whole lot of pull – 60,000lbs?. Holy crap! We did get out… thank goodness. It was a magnificent pull – followed by a round of “WOOOHOOOO’s!!!” If it hadn’t happened then, who knows what the bill would have been to get a Cat in there to dig us out.

So, yes – love is being knee deep, nope – crotch deep in mud, despite the fact that earlier in the day you could have strangled the one that you love. Yes, I love you sweetie – now don’t forget to take your pants off at the door!