It’s a nightmare all over again. I’m dazed in madness… again, again, again. I either keep making the same mistakes or I keep misunderstanding how others interpret my actions or words. Somehow my words written in digital black and white, flat and void of emotion, translate into opportunities for assumptions to be made, applications of past and present personas – not mine – to be superimposed on what I have actually said, TYPED, in ‘Arial Narrow.’
A year ago this week Phil and I took our first road-trip together to Austin, TX for SXSW 2011. Phil flew in to Tampa from the UK and off we drove to spend a few days in a car together. We live-streamed our trip, took stupidly goofy pictures, managed to put up with the other’s minor annoyances (Phil’s socks! My bad texting while driving habit!) and listened to each other’s favorite music. There was one song in particular that we found ourselves listening to over and over – ‘Scared to Capsize‘ by She Makes War - and after listening to the angst-y, pure and sweet voice of Laura Kidd, I was kinda hooked. It also helped that Phil said, as he played it the first time, “this is totally your song, Krissi,” and he was right – it was perfect for that moment and for the rest of the moments in 2011.
Selfishly, I love when a friend randomly calls or texts to share their most important life-moments with me. I get butterflies and a giant silly grin on my face whenever I find out that someone I adore just became a father for the first time or that someone else deserving got a new job they’re excited about or that another someone recently began new relationship that finally feels ‘right’ for the first time. I become giddy at the sound of a familiar voice filled with indulgent bliss, or upon reading a flat, electronically indifferent text message that’s been instantly transformed into a glowing banner representative of a newly treasured experience-in-the-making.
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20:37 Go away from my thoughts, PB. You’re too tempting to think about and symbolize everything that burned in 2011.
“..the sacrifice that I made
brought me to my knees
the choice I that cost me everything
but set somebody else free…”
I'm a traveler of places & an adventurer of emotions. I converse with the world through social media & communicate with humankind through open-mindedness. I advocate for what I believe is right & embrace possibitarianism. I'm an optimistic realist & I learn more about myself the more I understand about others. I'm a giver of endless second chances & the wearer of a shirt-sleeve heart. I'm a reveler in chaos & I love my own idealistic, unwavering hopefulness that one day I'll figure myself out.
In my life I've been 180° and back again & I'm ever-aware of what I have yet to learn...
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