Who Dini?

As usual, I’m tired. Weary of the un-creative rut I’m scrambling around in, trying to find higher ground. Every day, the rut goes deeper and it will only be harder to climb out when the time to run finally comes. Until then all I have to do is walk the line while looking to the horizon.

But every now and then, the time comes when I need to drop my bags, turn around, crack my neck, furrow my brow and grind my teeth.
I want to stand up with an unapologetic FUCK YOU to all the people for whom I have to be a sycophant and/or hypocrite.
I want to discard macho stereotype. So what if I enjoy a good romance?
I want to be free from the expectations of people who have willingly imprisoned themselves within societal confines.

And although the horizon remains as dark and distant as ever, the odd ray of light helps to pick up them bags and start trudging again.
Everyday life has its way of dulling the senses till you lose all feeling. A few sparks every once and again is all it takes to be reminded that you still mean something, even if nothing means anything to you.

And I’m happy for it.

Bonnie Raitt – Something to Talk About
The Killers – Bones