…and totally make a mash-up of Auntie Mame and Dune.
I just want to remind readers that clicking on the links is like seeing a bit of the chaos that lives (and sings, musn’t forget singing – Oh, no. Musn’t.) in my head.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
Wanna hear something really stupid? I often fear what people might say or think about me.
According to some of my recent Psychology professors, that makes me both narcissistic AND paranoid. Awesome.
I don’t truly think that this is the truth of the matter. I think it’s more a case of how I was raised, what I think of myself, and how I insert into the world at large. That’s not the whole of me, though. That’s not the bits what matter.
I am an adventurer. I am Bene Gesserit. I am Irene Cara singing her heart out and assuring you that you ARE gonna like and remember her. I am a woman with a box unfolding in the top of my head, letting in possibility. The Sleeper has awoken!
And not just because a sexy man wearing bits of a car tire stepped out of a steam shower.
OK. Maybe a LITTLE.
Can we just pause here?
Like those women and adventurers in Herbert’s books – I am ready to test my mettle. To put my hand in the box and see what I can do. See what I am capable of. To see if I can end a sentence without a preposition. no, apparently not.
Life is a banquet someone wise1 once said. It’s time to eat it up!
For she is the Cracked-Up Had-Enough. ;D
(ooh, maybe the profs WERE right!)
1 – Mame! As in MAME! I’m gonna live forever! I’m gonna learn how to fly! High!