i met up with an old friend a bit ago and she said to me, " so keli tell us all about your perfect life". well it isn't. i don't bring it up here... for a few reason's... the biggest of those being... i come here for a little break and i think you do too. but is that authentic?
my "stuff" isn't life and death, i try not to invest emotion into it... because it doesn't deserve that. i save that energy for the "stuff" that calls for it - these things don't. but if i don't share them with you... what message am i sending... without meaning to?
i feel a bit like this bull rider... you climb on... completely aware that you can end up flat on your ass... but you still choose to ride... to reach that bell... 8 seconds... not so much to invest
the last few years have been like an outstretched rodeo... with similar outcomes to the picture above... not great not perfect... but no one has been injured... bruises sure... but they fade with time. and cows do fly...
you just need to remember to move out of the way... before they land....
so... all clowning around aside... it's far from perfect... but it's in my nature to climb back on...just is....
