(Aug. 14/17) “As My Patience Thins, I’m Losing Wait…”

Hi, there, Dazzlers…

I’ll get (and, I’m not sure I’ve said this before) straight to the point…

“I know this transformation is painful, but you’re not falling apart; you’re falling into something different, with a new capacity to be beautiful”.  William C. Hannan

Context: I’m confident that—in search of our best selves—most find it helpful to hear that successful, peaceful, happy, loving people had to navigate clouded issues…that they faced confounding challenges on the uphill path to (sun) rise-ing above adversity.

I also propose that such admissions are often a fraction of the focus—

(*Amazers, JK Rowling and Jim Carrey spring to mind*)

—for, triumph is paramount…the thing that’s celebrated and spot-lighted.

I make this point to say I was hesitant to write about my feelings today…

I was torn by the worry I’d come across as moody…happy, sad, fierce, flailing, strong, ungrateful, irritable and impatient…

Heavy on the irritable and impatient!

But, I also remember my nearly-life-long tendency to “perfect” goals behind closed doors; unveiling accomplishments only if I determined they (I) were good enough—actually, I preferred “admirable”, when I could get it.

And, it’s not that I’m anxious to air my vulnerabilities…I’m not…

But, I think, within reason, sharing is a healthy expression of my commitment to inspire others—even as I inspire myself.

Sure, I’m banking on the years when the spotlight will shine brightly on my successes…

But, who knows what the future holds?

And, that’s not to say I doubt my dreams…

But, I’m open to letting them surprise me.

And, that leaves one sure knowing–

The best I have to offer is found in the here-and-now.

(*FYI: Given that I’m the (drama) queen of the castle, and issues are skirty rascals, I didn’t exactly side-step the crazy-making this weekend, but, I did take writing-breaks as needed*).

So, for what it’s worth, here’s me over the span of two days (and an extra night to sleep on it)…

Oh, and in case there are new friends joining us, please keep in mind that italicized (squiggly) words are hints that you are about to stumble up-pun my word play.   And, there will be a P.S. at the end that’ll shed light on the more obscure ones. 🙂

Rainy Saturday:

Good morning, Amazers, I had a great (work) week…thanks again for contributing to my joy and piece of mind. 🙂

Having said that, my current outlook is that moods are fickle pickles…

At times, wonderfully-sweet,

then, in a crunch,

sour-on-the-hour.

I’ve named this latest collection, Her-brine-er-ee…

To be clearer, it’s not the range of moods that’s new…

It’s the notion that I’m still susceptible to unconsciously talking myself down a peg or two after taking brave steps to rise to challenges.

And, that’s how it’s come to be that—tired of awaiting inspiration’s brilliance—the spark I’d hoped would light me up has simply ignited a fire-quack-er

Getting on my own nerves, I’m Grate-ee Perry

“I wonder”, says me to myself, “Can I side-step responsibility and “Blame It On The Rain”, Millie Vanilli style…going through the (writing) motions but not really saying anything?”

Well, apparently I can…

and the proof is in the (pudding it politely) gelatinous glop of an Augustus Gloop’s fat chance of a post to follow.

Silliness on steroids, it’s a buff and fluffy mash up…a Vampire Affair, if you will…

Consequently, my brothers from other mothers and sisters from other misters,

there’s no hob-(gob)lin’ around the fact that I’m not riding my usual O (so) Positive, “Hey, blood!”, stream (of consciousness).

In fact, I’m in the mood to “kick ass and take names”…

Alright, alright!  My head’s in the clouds, and I’m just blowing hot air (thought-balloons—Wizard of Ah-ha’s style).

I certainly wouldn’t harm a hair on Eeyore’s hind end,

and, my intention is not to appropriate others’ identities.

As with you, I’m a borrower not a taker–I gain pleasure from giving back.

Further, I intend no harm when dropping (celebrity, sitcom, and song) names. 🙂

Time-lapse (of concentration), Terrifics:  

In need of a brain-break, I watched some TV; then, inexplicably fatigued, had a nap and lost the urge to write…

What follows arrived yesterday.

Just when I became resigned to the fact that,

in contrast to the light-weight murder mysteries I watched today—

I can’t gather/tie my thoughts in a bow simply because the big hand is about to hit the hour—

all the clues fell into place…

(My sudden urge for Twix chocolate bars.

Swallowing back tears at the drop of a (Mad) hat(ter).

My woe-is-me nigglings.

Crabbiness to rival any lobster shack…

all topped off by growing impatience!)

Quicker than you can say, “Permission to recall this hostile witness, your honor!”, it hit me!

Having lived in Canada since age 6, I’ve fallen victim to “hor-Moan-ehs?”.

(*A mash-up of hormones, moan, and French artist, Monet.*)

Now, I imagine that, even for those familiar with my ambling ramblings, this tie-in is likely a bridge too far…

“How can Truly make sense of connecting hormones to an impressionist painter?”

Well, when the (admittedly, clunky) wordplay popped into my head, I Googled “Monet”, and Wikipedia explained that,

“Monet’s ambition of documenting the French countryside led him to adopt a method of painting the same scene many times in order to capture the changing of light and the passing of the seasons.”

“Here we go again”, I delighted…”Method to my madness!”

Knowing little of Monet, beyond his gift of water color scenes, how fascinating that

–at my best–

I’m a scene stealer in my own write.

I strive to capture the changing (brightening) light in the seasons of my life!

(*Also, Canadian’s are know for saying , “Eh” –pronounced “ay”; and Monet is pronounced Moan-ay*)

Now, at this point, you’ve either trailed along as I’ve followed these breadcrumbs, or you’ve politely waited for me to return…

Either way, I’ll risk sharing this additional Hansel and Gretel  sign that I’m meant to entertain the notions that crop up out of the blue.

I just saw a preview for a new sitcom called…

(Drum roll please!)

“Me, Myself, and I”.

Yes, the childhood expression—that I’ve referenced so many times in past posts—provides a framework for “A comedy (that) examines one man’s life over a 50-year span…as a 14-year-old in 1991, a 40-year-old in present day and a 65-year-old in 2042.” (Wikipedia)

How cool is that?!

On top of that non-coincidence, I referenced the show “Night Court” several posts ago…and John Larroquette (who will play the 65 year old) was on that (1984-1992) show.

This is further proof that my quirky penchant for old-school references is a trend that seems to be all over the place—

Proof that I’m not alone in my off-center approach to creativity… 🙂

But wait a sec…now, I have to worry that the old-school ship will run its course and take the wind out of my (yet-to-be-written book) sales.

Nope, and no I won’t!

I’ll put my irritable impatience to good use, and remind myself that I don’t have time for that kinda waste of time. 🙂

Thanks for spending this time with me, Wonderfuls!

Your presents solved the conundrum of how I could stave off  this weekend’s loneliness when I wanted nothing more than to be alone.

That is the magic of you…of connection…where there’s a will, there’s the willing.

God bless you and your loves. 🙂

Affectionately,

Truly

P.S. “Im the (drama) queen of the castle and issues are skirty rascals” is my play on (playful) childhood taunt, “I’m the king of the castle, and you’re the dirty rascal”; Her-brine-er-ee is my play on Hermione  (Granger)–character in Harry Potter (until I saw the first movie, I mispronounced her name every time I read it–I thought it was pronounced “Her-mee-own”)–and brine is sour pickle juice; fire-quacker is my firecracker pun/nod to singer, Katy Perry (hence, my pun Grate-ee Perry), and her 2010 hit “Firework”; “Blame It On The Rain” Milli Vanilli style is my play on the song/scandal that ensued when it was proven that the (hansom) duo were lip syncing to someone else’s singing; proof is in the (pudding it politely)… is my play on the expression “the proof is in the pudding”; Augustus Gloop is the un-charming (just happens to be) chubby character in “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory”; fat chance is an expression meaning ‘not going to happen’;  buff and fluffy mash up…a Vampire Affair is a combo of “Family Affair” (1966-1971) sitcom had character named Buffy and (as a child) I wanted that name, and TV show, “Buffy The Vampire Slayer” (1997-2003)–makes way for my O (so) Positive (most common blood type) “Hey, Blood” (term of endearment meaning family) pun; there’s no hob-(gob)lin’ around the fact–Wikipedia defines hobgoblin as “a superficial object that is a source of (often imagined) fear or trouble”; kick ass and take names is an expression that refers to being fed up and gonna do something about it; Eeyore is a donkey (ass)/friend of Winnie The Pooh.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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10 thoughts on “(Aug. 14/17) “As My Patience Thins, I’m Losing Wait…”

  1. Kick ass?! I like this side of you, Truly. I’m sitting here at Terry’s desk with a summer wind whistling by our windows chuckling to myself at how intuitive you are – I recently saw the same ad for Me, Myself & I and thought it might be a cool show to watch. Your posts as I’ve said before always find their way to me when I need them most (especially after a rough day yesterday when I didn’t know what I wanted!)…thank you for sharing and as I write these words, I’m still smiling.

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  2. I just spent the entire day doing hard labor and your post was just what I needed. Oh how you can make me smile. I loved this… And I can certainly see why it took you a few days to write this. The puns were mostly all ones I knew. I have no idea how you think of all these though. It would take me a year to write a post like this! Lol…. Well done Truly… ❤️

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  3. “That is the magic of you…of connection…where there’s a will, there’s the willing.”
    Yep, that is what blogging is to me too. Great piece again Truly.
    XxX

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  4. I couldn’t weight to read this en”light”ening post!! Such delightful and dancing language. I will look at Monet differently now! You are the Amazer queen. 🙂

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