Who Let the Boogie Whatever Into Rehab?

I decided to take a break from a rather productive crafty day. Like Martha Stewart's Bitch...I'm prepping material for a big day of crafting tomorrow. I have to say, its fun and I feel ackomplished and domesticated all at once. Crafting can be a grounding experience. I recommend it for others who have just come off of a four month sprint of multi-tasking while high on prodigious (huge) amounts of caffeine. In a sense, this is my little rehab day for me.

"Hi, my name is GoGo. I'm a grad student and its been 5 days since I either done school work, smoked a cigarette, or snorted coffee".

This has also allowed my mind to focus on my life and I've been walking through the landscape of my past in my head. Ran into parts of me who admit I walk away from people before they leave me. Met up with the coward who hides herself in direct communication. Some people are passive, some people are passive agressive, some other people are completely and utterly indirect with what they mean. Its a safe place. This GoGo, is direct and tries not to say anything other than what is coming from my mouth. I thought it was to avoid the above, but realize its just another way to be safe. How can a coward hide right in front of you? Its that old childhood trick we learn scared in our beds. Remember telling the boogie whatever your weren't afraid in your deepest non-scary voice even though you were afraid? Remember saying it made you less afraid...but being afraid still. That's this GoGo I suppose. I'm telling what I think when I think it to maintain control of the situation. Hmm. Why share? Why not. Its this or ten bad jokes I heard this last week.

All right, enough metaphysical insight for you all today. Remember to own your shit before it owns you. But deny it to everyone else.

Love, GG