Somewhere between the last warm-up and the first plié I got into a conversation across the bar.
“…just not in a good mood at all today.”
“My friend died.”
“Some people just don’t know how to live their lives right, you know?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“F—ing waste, I say.”
“What happened? If you don‘t mind me asking…”
between f-words the story came out. Sometime after birth and shortly
before death there was a drug overdose. Something about watching Jerry
Springer and over-eating told me she wasn’t dealing so well. At some
point after realizing that some cliché remark about God and prayer was
going to hurt more than it would help, there was dead air. Somewhere
between reality and that moment there was a disconnect.
Somewhere between birth and death something went terribly, terribly wrong.
Something inside my hip became swollen and inflamed and now it won’t function properly and it really, really hurts.
Today’s word: ENGAGE. Appropriate. Sometimes hard when things aren’t functioning properly.