In spite of all the small-child-induced noise in my house, I frequently have music on in the background. Usually upbeat, dance/pop type music because it helps me feel motivated to do all.the.things and it’s hard to be in a bad mood when you feel like dancing.
(Don’t worry, I also have a “sad” playlist. Life isn’t always sunshine & rainbows & dancing, sometimes a girl needs to have a good cry.)
I am appalled that I am even writing about this, and that I spent
a bunch of time researching snakes and looking at pictures of snakes… *shudder*
The things we do for art.
Since I have subjected myself to this ghastly topic, I now must force you to endure it as well. Although I’ll admit, I have gained a bit more of an appreciation for snakes now. (Which I will promptly forget the SECOND I see one slithering anywhere. GET BEHIND ME, SATAN!)
I’ve been thinking about fame recently. Fame, celebrity,
influence, significance… this is a theme that keeps popping back up in various
forms. And like most things I think about, I have a lot to say about it (sorry
not sorry). I can’t hash it ALL out in one post, so you’ll have to stay tuned.
But in this post, I need to get personal. So first, an Autumn origin story…
Do you remember Veruca Salt? In case you forget, or grew up in a cave or something, she is the nasty little girl from “Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory” who is excessively spoiled and has no patience. Her character arc climaxes with a song called, “I Want It Now!”
I feel like I am going to explode. Literally, like I have so much inside that needs to come out that I have to DO something because if I don’t get it OUT, I am going to collapse into myself and create some kind of black hole that consumes everything that comes near. I try distracting myself… Do the dishes! The laundry! Is there anything happening on Facebook? Twitter? Hey, how is this friend doing today…? I better text them to say hi and check in! (Sorry, friends, I promise I really do care.)