"Sex In the City" Prequel

“Sex In the City” Prequel

Being a “perfectionist” is a nice way of spinning a fear of letting go.  We all want things to be the best they can; all share a certain amount of control issues, whether claiming responsibility or shirking away, ultimately it is utter illusion.  When it comes down to doing something or not doing it, a fear of failing can create a fear of beginning.  An extremely knowledgable and generous company, BBR Productions, holds a FREE writing class locally on Long Island every Wednesday night.  Various “characters” attend- writers, actors, directors, girlfriends, introverts, extroverts, comedians – and most share, all become inspired to tackle walls and get the vision unique to each individual voice down on paper (or typed on a computer screen).  “Write everyday.”- That’s the class motto.

Writing, and beyond question some of you will concur, has always been clarifying and therapeutic.  Allowing another to read intimate thoughts drafted from one’s depths is terrifying.  Will they get it/How will they respond/Is it good?  Sharing truth is always good.  Waiting for ‘perfection’ is a mere excuse.  “There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”- Hamlet would know, the whole play is basically him thinking out-loud.

Always, we will prove ourselves right – I’m fat/too short/old – stop thinking, and judging your worth (except in the event you are deciding kindly on your true deep value) : you are worthy because you are here.  Each choice we have made have made us– and anyone in our exact life situation with all our exact life experiences would choose the exact way we have.  Judgement of ourselves and fear of judgement from others, ingrained and reinforced since childhood, simply is simple, and silly.  We evolve, judgement and fear served us for a time and place of protection in infancy, however the moment to Let Go of naive trepidation is now.  We are grown, life has tested us and made us strong, and we continue to gain fortitude.  On that note, I am off for an hour of Yoga- my personal medicine to accept myself and others openly and with gratitude for their grace (and lack-there-of).  Foster Peace.

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