I feel poetic and yet I cannot think of a poem. I’m sure it will come back to me. I could call it writer’s block, but honestly…I think that my muse has just taken a vacation. She’ll return, she always does. Besides it’s not like I have nothing to say. I always have something to say.
There is a soapbox about that one, but I will digress. You know how I feel about soapboxes; however, the funny part is…someone tried to make me feel bad about not jumping on soapboxes and ranting. They said they didn’t feel like I was being open and true to who I was and said my way of writing was a stonewall tactic. That person is no longer a part of my life.
I’m not the kind of person that feels the need to go around in circles with people. If it is clear that we are just going to continue to reiterate our stances and not actually meet a mutual ground, I get bored. It is not that I’m stonewalling, I just have no reason nor interest in continuing the conversation. I don’t feel the need to argue with people and I don’t feel the need to listen to people bash others. I also do not feel the need to listen to someone who is just continuing the conversation to be confrontational. That is some bad juju and I do not have time for it. That is being true to who I am.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t really given the opportunity to defend myself, but that is okay. At first I was angry, but then I remembered something…I’m the kind of girl that decides last minute that she’s driving thirty hours to camp out in the Grand Tetons for two days. I’m the kind of girl that goes to see bull riders by herself and listens to strangers talk about their lives out in the middle of nowhere. I’m the kind of girl that drives 9 hours with only a dog in tow and a baseball behind the seat to explore battlefields, waterfalls, and an island filled with horses (some of which she never-ever sees). The kind of girl that loves Krav Maga and dancing. That chooses her campsites based off of whether or not there will be bears or buffalo roaming behind her tint (the kind of girl that really cannot bring herself to call them bison. They’ve been buffalo since I was kid growing up in that Oklahoma town). I’m the kind of girl that loves art, but lives for bonfires. The kind of girl that will go to the ballet as long as she can wear her boots with her dress. I’m the kind of girl that does speak her mind, but will not allow anyone to disrespect her for doing so. I’m the kind of girl that runs barefoot in the rain and still likes to make snow angels. The kind of girl that can smile at those she disagrees with and walk away from the conversation without feeling the need to justify her stance. I’m a wild and free-spirited ball of fire. I am who I am and I’ll always be just fine.
That was a little soapboxy…I apologize. I’ve also now forgotten where else I was going with that. I could ramble some more, but…I should say something about the picture. It’s pretty. It’s from Wyoming. It was at sunset. That’s about it. 🙂 Seriously, though, I really kind of love it and I hope you do too.
Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.
Montana Rose Photography