sewing a tax return while swaying my hula hips
I'm wading through this mess called tax returns. I'm having all this trouble just following through and getting it done. Visions of last year stroll through my head, and all of the unfinished business. I'm tempted to just go to H&R Block and insist that they fix everything. They started it, the bastards. They can f'n finish this shit. I just don't want to be held accountable that I did it wrong or something. I should probably just go and get it done. That way I can blame everyone else if I don't get my money. It also means that I'm relying on everyone else to do their job right. I hate it.
things are going well. Strapping in for my ride to Merrie Monarch this year. I will have no family there. it will be just me and hula. This journey of mine. Hula is so much bigger than me, I am honored to dance with an awesome group and under an awesome teacher/ musician. I have to say that I am proud and also humbled all at once. I don't think I ever invisioned myself performing hula on a big stage in front of lots of people and on television. Weird. A part of me feels like a fake since I have many, many things to learn in hula--and here I am dancing with the best.
The marriage questions have recently taken root in this worry-driven brain of mine. What is the big deal? Why can't I just talk to him about it? A part of me thinks I'll "ruin" it, and I don't know what that means. Hmmm. Maybe marriage is just a fantasy and I need to break that mirror? OH yeah, and people are having babies, now. So awesome. I want to make quilts for all of them! Forget knitting. I want to be one with a sewing machine. So exciting.
things are going well. Strapping in for my ride to Merrie Monarch this year. I will have no family there. it will be just me and hula. This journey of mine. Hula is so much bigger than me, I am honored to dance with an awesome group and under an awesome teacher/ musician. I have to say that I am proud and also humbled all at once. I don't think I ever invisioned myself performing hula on a big stage in front of lots of people and on television. Weird. A part of me feels like a fake since I have many, many things to learn in hula--and here I am dancing with the best.
The marriage questions have recently taken root in this worry-driven brain of mine. What is the big deal? Why can't I just talk to him about it? A part of me thinks I'll "ruin" it, and I don't know what that means. Hmmm. Maybe marriage is just a fantasy and I need to break that mirror? OH yeah, and people are having babies, now. So awesome. I want to make quilts for all of them! Forget knitting. I want to be one with a sewing machine. So exciting.