I don’t know about you guys but, I’ve had something of a crap week. I’ve made some decisions that are painful, are world-rattling. At least, my world. I’ve had drama and breast-beating and tears and relieved laughter, only to start sobbing again.
Do you get what I’m saying?

I hurt.

Down past the shiny exterior that smiles and says that everything is ok is an open wound. To be sure, its a wound that has been opened to let out toxic crap and as such will eventually heal over. I suspect there will always be scarring there, though.

I have made the unilateral decision to not dwell on it this weekend. There is not much I can do. What’s done is done and will be well, and all will be well and all manner of things will be well.

So tonight? Tonight I am going out to Elysium to dance. I will allow the sorrow and the hurt and the anguished questioning and the past drip off my body, my arms, my legs and into the ground. Where it belongs. You are most welcome to come out with me.

Either way, I’m going.