Sunday, February 9, 2014

Blog 113: “Shift Happens”

Blog 113: “Shift Happens”

“Shift Happens”…is a saying my daddy has been preaching to me since I told him I was leaving my husband over five year ago.

“Shift Happens”...are my most revered couple of words to say…for many different reasons.

“Shift Happens”…is something I have to tell myself almost everyday in order to help me breathe through the rollercoaster I call life.

Cause let’s be honest…shift-motherfucking-happens…all the god damm time.

And we have to roll with it, and be okay with it…and figure out what move to take next in momentary seconds…

Sometimes “Shift Happens” in my life…and I don’t even realize it for a while…transitions circumnavigate in spirals around me…sometimes vanishing lucidity and clarity from my cognizance….leaving me in a state of ephemeral panic…and I freak out…and then I think of those words my daddy told me years ago…and I take a deep breathe…and another…and slowly I calm…relax…and keep transitioning.

Sometimes “Shift Happens” in my life…and it happens so fast it slaps me in the face and before the sting even dulls, I feel another and another (shit usually happens in threes) and by then I have been spun around in so many different directions I am dizzy and kinda nauseated….and I am lost…I have no idea of which way to stumble…it is in cases like this, I find there is only one way walk…Forward…cause “shift happens” and you got to keep on keeping on.

Sometimes “Shift Happens” in my life…and I need it to…yet at the moment of the shift…I am unaware of the necessity of its happening…and I freak the fuck out…(does this have something to do with the fact that I am a woman and crazy…highly possible)…and my emotions hit me in ungallant waves…and then it all starts to sink in…and I stop spazzing for a second…tilt my head. And go, “Oh wait… I totally need this…I am such a ding dong!”…ask anyone…I talk to myself all the time!

The older I get…the more I try to weather the storm more gracefully…but the whole being human and not perfect thing…and the hormones thing…kinda fuck my shift up sometimes.

I often have to stable myself with thoughts of my destiny…and its unknown finish line…acknowledging the advancement of its course….and having faith in my capabilities of a princess determined to one day be a Queen.

When “Shift Happens” sometimes, I forget how strong I fucking am. How much I can take…how the darkness and the pain only makes me brighter and more mighty…it is in these moments of “shift” I truly find my inner light…and I feel it radiate and beam from me…and warm my fears away…

When “Shift Happens” sometimes…I hear my daddy’s voice inside my head…his loving warmth, his endless strength, his healing energy…and I look shift dead in the eye and say “Let’s roll bitches!” and start dancing to my new beat…(another great example of me talking to myself…sheeesh…)

When “Shift Happens” sometimes…I begin the new journey and realize it is not the path I wish to take…so I shift…and walk another…knowing that “Forward” involves many directions.

Sometimes I get thrown a Shift cause of someone else’s bullshit…and I’m like “whatttttttt….are you serious”…toss Shift over my shoulder and go “Fuck that….”

That is something I have learned on my own…you can’t let anyone else but you…mess your shift up….you screw your shift up…you grow…you gain from your mistakes….but other peeps shift…they just knock you off your course….I have to remind myself about that shift all the time.

Your shift is your shift…and mine is mine.

Isn’t that what life is? Growing, Becoming, Learning, Embarking…..

And all that other shift…



DANCE MOVE OF THE WEEK:

THE SUNNYARENA (My version of the Macarena)

Yes this would totally be better if I had a camera…but “shit in one hand and want in the other…see which one fills up faster”…anyhoo…

Start with the knee swizzle…hitting your knees together…now add your hands when leaning over…crossing your hands over your knees when they hit making it look like you are switching your knees completely…now start to stand up and make a “thumbs up” notion with both hands…one at a time have them move outwards about four-five times each…now make just fists and have them go up and down…now while still doing that with your arms start doing the “running man” with your legs…now the final move is a dance move I believe is called the “African Ant Eater” from the 80’s movie Can’t Buy Me Love…put your arms up and squared out to your sides…square your knees out and start air humping with your lower core and hips….

Then repeat….