No open mic for me tonight. I decided to stay home and create and clear my head. To say I have a lot on my plate is an understatement.
I have stopped making running a priority and tomorrow, I jump back in the saddle. I really miss having a YMCA because I always had a place to put Chunky. Good thing about the move to Springfield is I will be close to a YMCA so I can hit my three time a week workout.
Tonight I had a chance to create some poetry, and you know what is beautiful about poetry? It doesn't need to have a rhyme or reason. It was free flowing words from my heart. I picked a subject and the words just fell into place. My emotions, on paper....kind of like my blog. I was asked if I will put my poetry up here, and the answer is no. I am new to this art form and like Badu said, "I'm sensitive about my shit."
Not much else to report, except next week is supposed to be Hello Kitty boom box time, so I'm going to try to combat that with a run each morning, finding some business, and lavender tea. PMS is real in these streets, you gotta have an arsenal. Good night!