Blog 38.....I'm too Blessed to be Stressed

Blog 38...I’m too Blessed to be Stressed...

Shit has been a little crazy for me lately. And I have been stressed. Stress does not suit me well, in fact, it makes me quite sick.

I have been stressed about shit I don’t need to be stressed about, and about a feeling I have, this has been the worst, because it is an unknown feeling. I have this premonition...that something big is going to happen, that a shift is coming in my life, and I have no idea what direction it will go...I feel it, brewing on the horizon……and it is freaking me the fuck out.

But why?

It could be a good change, it could be what I need, if it is bad, it is happening for a reason, and good should happen from it………I HAVE GOT TO STOP FREAKIN OUT ABOUT SHIT THAT HASN’T HAPPENED YET...times 10……totally.

I was hanging out with a friend the other day and he turned to me and said,
“After all, I’m too blessed to be stressed”

“Amen” came to mind……let’s discuss.

I close my eyes to think about that phrase and what it really means………

Break Down Time……

-I’m alive, I’m kicking, and I’m not going down with out a fucking fight……high five me. Bring on the fight, it only makes me stronger.

-I live in America……hey, you can even say it the red-neck way, I don’t give a shit...and while it would be awesome to live in Canada or France, I am still blessed as hell to live here, where I can say what I want, dress how I want, it’s cool that I’m a chick (way more than cool) and so forth, fuck it...go USA……totally...

-I live in California, where people are cool with pot. I can smoke walking down the street, in venues, pretty much where the fuck ever, and if they don’t want me smoking they will ask me to stop, not freaking arrest me. Here people grow pot as a career choice and it truly is a way of life. I was at a Panic show at The Fox and some security lady tried to give me shit for smoking pot……I turned to her and said, “Darlin...three things, This is The Fox, This is California, and This is Widespread Panic...don’t waste your time...thank you, and have a great night.” And continued smoking my pipe.

Now that is some blessing bitches.

-I call San Francisco my home……………awesomeness in a city. I have more music than I know what to do with and the people here are loving and excepting (for the most part)……a perfect example of this is at the restaurant that I work at (one of my many jobs.) My head chef is a total loon, my executive chef is a man, who was born a woman who rocks a rainbow mohawk and is awesomeness, the sous chef is a total stand up guy who is covered in head to toe tattoos, I wear glitter and am a total ding dong who has dance parties with coworkers during my shift...like the gay server, that also wears glitter and has a mohawk. We also had another chick with a mohawk but now she is just rocking the shaved head, our hostess is from South Africa and has the sexy voice...and so forth and so forth…………MELTING POT, you bet bitches, and we all respect each other…………for the most part, as long as we are doing our job, because that is the shit that really matters.

-I’m me……and me is AWESOMENESS.
I was having ding dong-stressy thoughts about my man love….(because that is what girls do) and my sous chef turned to me and said, “come on Sunny, you know you have a light inside of you.”….and he doesn’t even read my writing, he just knows. And I know, so why do I even stress, I’m a good person, I’m freakin awesomeness, anyone who doesn’t see that is more of a ding dong than I am……and that is a lot of ding dong. But people do see it, and I am loved, and I AM JUST STRESSING OVER NOTHING……

Cause let me tell you,

I am too blessed to be stressed.

See sometimes you got to hit yourself upside the head.

Sometimes I forget to breathe and focus on what is simply in front of me.

The stressing, the fretting, the pouting, all that shit is not good for me……(and I think causes more wrinkles)

So whatever shift I feel brewing on the horizon, I am ready, willing and waiting…………………and totally enjoying the colors.


DANCE MOVE OF THE WEEK

***this is a two part dance move, the second part will be in the next blog***

FIGHTING THE FIRE (part one)

Alright, you are sleeping, an alarm sounds off and you, only for an instant, put your hands to your ears, (cause you know that shit is loud as fuck.) now jump up, quick stretch, time is of the essence. Run to the poll, and spin as you slide down...now time to get the hot fireman outfit on……whoop whoop……(that was a mental note, not a dance move)………anyhoo, step into the boots and the outfit, zip it up………totally, don’t forget the hat…………and dash for the truck, dooooohhhhh, got to open the door before you jump in, but hey, you did just wake up…………to be continued


P.S………A special thanks to my older sister who created this dance move, is awesomeness & her and my brother-in-law pay for my internet, which just…………leaves me speechless on a constant basis……another blessing…………


P.P.S………I miss Jerry………sixteen years later, I still remember the day……………but aren’t we blessed that we had him at all………….