I’ve been thinking a lot about our music today. I guess, in all reality, I think a lot about it each and every day; even in my dreams. Even though, by societies mold, I might be considered a bit past my prime to get my musical career off the ground, music is still inside…the songs keep coming.
In my dreams…when I’m awake, in the early morning hours, the rare quiet times throughout the day…even when I’m driving, a song is always on my horizon of thoughts. So…in my heart, I know, He is giving me his Blessing to keep at it. –As long as you still believe, the music is always there.
But I’m the kind of person–what most folks don’t realize–who doesn’t like to be restricted by labels or molds. If-ever anyone says I can’t do something, or they come across as unbelievers of my dreams (i.e. our musical ambitions), then I make it a point to prove them wrong. It may take a little time to situate myself, but I’ll eventually have my day in the sun.
Still, I feel I’ve learned a lesson by these types of occurrences, and certain people who I’ve come in contact with over the years, whether good or bad. I’ve discovered that some folks feel uncomfortable with anyone who doesn’t blend in with the mold of normalcy. –Something I’ve never been any good at!
For me, anything worth dreaming is certainly worth the rugged climb or a few hurdles of nay-sayers, trying to build themselves up…by bringing someone else down (I know we’ve all had these kinds of encounters). Besides, anyone who’s anybody knows–if you allow your dreams to be corralled into the mold other’s deem fitting for you, you’ll never get anywhere but right where they wish for you to stay. I for one, choose to break the mold of the norm, and prove these small thinkers wrong. A life worth living is certainly worth jumping over a few hurdles to get there!
It seems to me that there’s been a spike in popularity when it comes to folks wanting to mimic the Gipsy way of life. Well, let me just say; it looks pretty and all (the clothing styles, the caravans painted bright exotic colors) from the outside looking in, but in reality, it’s a very hard-fought way of life. I cannot claim to be a Gipsy by origin , though we’ve been referred to as-such many times (hence the name Gypsy Vin Rose).
I can however, resonate with the way of life: moving often, though not as often as one might like, for lack of money (no residual income or retirement to keep us going); doing anything…everything to make a living (which often includes salvaging items from curbsides to sell…or selling aluminum/metal, thus saving it from the landfills); playing music for measly tips and meager offerings of passersby…but performing or playing for the love of music; living in a trailer (though many frown-down their noses at such living arrangements); shying away from many situations where crowds or socializing is involved (most Gypsies like to keep to themselves); overcoming the pressures to conform to societal molds; persecution for not being, or living, like everyone else; homeschooling of children, to keep them from the influences of others; being seen as outcasts by many mainstreamers, though they all want to act like Gypsies.
I could go on and on, when it comes to how actually living like…or being a Gipsy is different from just saying you are a Gypsy. Most folks are just full of a lot of hot air, though very few want to make the sacrifices or give up their luxury autos or 2 story brick monstrosities, nor do they want to scrounge for a living or live small in a trailer. They do, however, have no problem with saying they are Gipsy and dressing the part for their own image-appeal.
One thing that comes to my mind when I do see so many trying to play the part is: if you’re going to talk about it…try being about it. It’s not an easy way of life when you don’t have thousands to spend on travel, and you feel the need to keep on the move to avoid persecution. That is the Gipsy way of life.
I just wanted to share. Agree or disagree. It is….what it is.
This very question…I’ve often pondered. Still, the answers are often only a guess or matter of opinion. Either way, we’ve all crossed paths with such life-dilemmas a time or two I’m sure. I believe the root of cattiness begins with jealousy, and doesn’t always come across with words. In many cases, maliciousness among women is dished out through bullying or alienation, in which case a girl/woman is made to feel unaccepted; like she doesn’t measure up to group standards. Sounds childish…I know! But it happens way too often; immaturity, ignorance, jealousy, petty bullshit!
The reality of it–as studies have shown (and I’ll gladly name a few it need-be), is that…quite frankly, misery loves company. If you dig to the root of cattiness, you’ll usually find that the woman dishing it all out is rather miserable in her life or with herself, and can find no other way to express such misery. Truly happy people reflect such happiness by being nice. Unhappy people…reflect in kind to how they feel as well. You get the point.
Cheers to ‘authentically’ Happy People! Jeers to Fake-Happies (I like to call them)! You know who you are. ; )
I have a confession…! For the past 12 years, I’ve had a stalker; a guy I dated a long…long time ago, I called it quits after he attempted to abuse me. I drew the line and dumped him, and he has been tracking me down every where I move to, each new phone number I obtain, nothing I do seems to work to keep this man in my past. He is ‘not all there’, I’m afraid.
My husband has wanted several times to go after this maniac, but I won’t let him. In my mind, if we let the past control our future, he (the weirdo) has won. So…I just keep changing my number, since the Protective Order I filed against him did no good at all!
This man has been so brazen as to show up at my doorstep, some years back before I met my husband. He tracked me with some software called ‘Criss Cross’, I’m sure he stole or illegally hacked into on his brother’s computer; his brother being an undercover police officer in Richardson, TX. I’ve even tried calling his brother, but that did no good at all.
So…I keep living my life, feeling really bad for the women who are stalked to an extent much worse than I’ve ever had to endure. One thing I know for sure? The law does not work in favor of the ‘hunted’, but rather the hunter. I just keep telling myself that Karma is going to catch up to this ‘monster in human form’. Maybe someday he’ll realize what a LOSER he is, and he’ll just go hide under a rock somwhere….and never come out again. Here’s hoping.
But…for now–I believe Karma is gonna get him in the buttox! That’s all…The End.
Okay…so it’s not Sunday ‘morning’ anymore, but afternoon. Still, I’m gonna write a little ditty ’bout the beginning of our day. Here goes…
As I write this, Hubby sits in the next room, strumming his guitar for his biggest-little fan: our baby Nixi. She loves to hear her daddy play his guitar, usually a bit of Pink Floyd, Staind, or one of our original songs we hope to put out there someday soon. Breakfast was served a couple of hours ago (Veggi-man Omelets w/ cheese), and now we are just enjoying our day while I try to talk myself out of working. I know we’re not supposed to work on Sundays, but I still have a lot of stuff to list on Ebay, and time is ticking away.
Oops! There goes the PA system — Hubby is about to crank it up! : ) Naw…I love to hear him get ‘into his strings’ (play the guitar), I too…am one of his biggest fans and he is one of mine. I feel truly blessed to have such a great guy for my very own. There was once a time in my life when I was all alone, my two older kids had their own things to do; not much time for Mom. And I remember one night…sitting out on my balcony, looking out over the city…up at the stars, when I prayed for God to bring me a man who would be the one I thought I could never find.
Never did I think, back then, that he would send him my way so soon. But…am I ever glad He did! Hubby plays beautifully ( I can’t strum a chord), and I sing (he can’t carry much of a tune, ‘ he thinks anyway); together, we are in tune. Life is a song we just keep on trying to play. Every now and then, we might hit a sour chord or two, but when we’re in tune and it’s all ‘just right’– Man! Ain’t it sweet! ; )
Happy Sunday to you all! I hope you find your path in life that is your perfect tune. God Bless!
August 16th 2009:
Another peaceful-quiet Sunday morning, and I just blew-off some steam (see ‘You can’t Bullshit a Bullshitter’ post). Hubby is still soundly dreaming, getting in some much-needed rest. Me…? I’m running on baby-time: up early…can’t go back to sleep because I’m a burst of energy. No worries…! By this afternoon, I’ll be the one resting and Hubby will be taking up the slack for me. We work in shifts around here. : )
Already, I’ve managed to fix me and baby an early morning snack (cinnamon toast with coffee); watered most of my growing number of plants…inside and out (still watering flowers/plants out back); managed to blow-off steam about biggest pet-peeves; Oh yeah! Move getting dressed to the front of the list, lol; tried to call my sister…no answer; now…I am writing this little tidbit-of-a-thought. If you have time to read it…fine. If not…that’s fine too, I’m an understanding kind of gal.
No, really… I’ve been thinking alot lately about the beach, getting on with a life I can embrace. Hubby and I want to move closer to the ocean. Really…we’d both love to just wake up, walk out the back door…and be there, right on the beach, each morning. I’ll keep on writing; maybe it’ll all pay-off someday. I choose to follow my dreams, work hard for them, and see what comes…come what may. So on and so forth…
I figure in the next hour of this new day, Hubby will be rolling out of bed, so will my teen-aged son, and we’ll all brunch in a leisurely fashion. As for the rest of the day? We can tackle a never-ending list of ‘honey-do’s’…or we can take advantage of the day off and do a whole lotta nothing. More than likely, we’ll compromise and cross-off a few tasks from our list and get some rest afterwards.
What we’d really love to be doing is heading to the beach. As they say… “Life’s a BEACH, and then it’s…not.”
*Peaceful Sunday to You All!*
June 28th 2009:
I woke to a morning of peaceful quiet. Though it is early morning still; the dog and cat have both been fed and are at rest in their chosen spots.
The wonderful man who sleeps beside me takes in a much needed rest after a long exhausting week. The baby girl in my womb barely stirs as I pray that God has kept my just-married daughter and my teen-age son safe where they sleep.
All is right in my world…
I awake to no regrets.
But I think back to a time when I was lost in life and love…in every way. I feel for those who are…still.