All Hail

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After her death they called her a Queen. She was loved by all, yet she’d not always been easy to love. Not when substances blinded her and her subjects, reducing them to heartless cannibals. Their souls sold to a moment of ecstasy, kush, white lines snorted from tables, bottles drained like their bodies. Pushing back at all those who could not bare the weight of their house sigil. Nor the toxicity that had shackled them to the castle walls. I was never respected in the eyes of the people around her. I resent that. More than I can stand. I’ve lost sleep over it. I’m angry that her people who were once mine see me as a worthless beggar, a villain that began an era of hate and anger, unforgivness. I did nothing to deserve it. I could not save them from themselves and thus I am the only one who does not bare ink in the name death christened her with. For I did not know the one they named Queen. I loved and missed the girl I knew hidden deep within. The one who’d disappeared a long time prior to the reapers call. The one I once called friend. Her name now an echo in time.

Moving Forward and Other Things Humans Resist

I have to admit to having been a little sluggish as of late. Not so much with writing per say, as I’ve been prepping articles for the upcoming issue of UNIQUE ME magazine, but with other goals and dreams. Throughout our lives certain situations and circumstances may arise when least wanted or expected. When this happens we as human beings have the choice of being completely derailed from our main focus or surmounting the obstacle by better balancing our lives and moving forward.

I must admit to having been completely derailed. The fact that I am sharing this of course means that I am now trying desperately to get back on the horse and continue after my own aspirations of completing my middle grade novel and degree while keeping a healthy and balanced lifestyle. I’ve been able to strengthen my relationships with friends, make new ones and visit places I’ve never been to or seen over the past couple of weeks. Locations in Midtown, the Art District, Brickell and Indy hangouts in South Beach and Coral Gables were great places to explore and have adventures unfold. They were part of a healing process really, trying to move on from a very difficult first half of the year while keeping as busy and distracted as possible.

I’ve written about balance in this blog before. The last post was on this very subject, as a matter of fact, which is why I’ve been missing in action. I was anything but balanced. My emotions turned into individual whirlwinds, I had no job, no appetite, dealt with the one year anniversary of a death in the family and other personal matters I’m not even willing to share that were piled up on me all at once. I slumped under the pressure for about two weeks. My book was left on the back burner and I was soon tipping the scale on play much more than work. As I said before it was part of a “healing process” I’ve been undergoing until I recognized how completely unbalanced I’d become. I’m not the type of person to abandon projects related to my life purpose for fear of manning up and moving forward from whatever issues I’m facing.

I forced myself to start doing things independently as I’ve always done. I shifted my mindset again in the direction of publication, education and well balanced meals and exercise. Color came back to my face, the dark circles under my eyes disappeared and I started writing for pleasure again. The last catalyst for manning up was attending boot camp for the first time after having surgery. I completed the entire training session and have been sore ever since. It helped the warrior archetype that was lying dormant within me resurface. Back came the drive to want to succeed and to make my dreams a reality. And what once felt debilitating feels like a dull pain. It’s true that time heals things, but so does will. Having the willingness to push forward and wanting to heal is what prompts positive change. Resisting this is what causes human suffering. Make the right choice.

P.S. While I did run amok in the city I found some local spots you might enjoy.
*All these locations have their own FB/websites. Can be found through a search engine. All have a bar/live music/DJ’s/karaoke. Some restaurants)  Check them out, have a little fun ; )

Brickell
Blackbird Ordinary
Brickell Irish Pub
Fado Isrish Pub
Club 50 at the Viceroy Hotel

South Beach
Radio Bar
Kill Your Idol
Automatic Slims
Fox Hole

Mid-Town/Art District/Downtown
Shotz
Wood
The Corner Bar (Looks like a saloon from the 1800s/awesome)
Art Walk (2nd Saturday of the month)

South Miami/The Gables
Titanic Restaurant and Brewery
Bougainvilleas
Ra
Open Stage Club
John Martins Irish Pub
Red Koi