She Muses

Tears On My Pillow

I gave up something yesterday. Something that I love very much. I gave it up in the name of recovery. In the name of rest. I gave up my dancing. This saddened me more than I realized it did. As soon as I sat down to collect myself when I got home last night I started to cry. I couldn’t…

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Kind Of Like Pulling Teeth

I had a conversation with an old friend Friday night. I hadn’t spoken to this gentleman in quite a while. The time was there so we caught up briefly before we both moved on to our next activity – his = drinking and mine = sleep. He compared me to a female that he knows out in his neck of…

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Just All Types Of Messed Up

I know I’ve plastered it all over my personal Facebook timeline, but this may be the first time I’ve mentioned it here. I injured my right foot during a Salsa performance back in March. Speaking to a podiatrist friend of mine, I had a possible stress fracture. X-rays were recommended which he could not provide. Ok. I made an appointment…

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