Meanwhile, I Keep Dancing

Day 9: Anxiety This word brought to you by The Volcano Lover, by Susan Sontag When the Shoulds Come to Town The Shoulds have come to town they hammer at your door demand if the TO DO's been done, and if you have, then more! They'll sit above your bed dripping doubt upond your head fill your dreams of awkward things racing heart pounding dread When the Shoulds come to town you will hide where you can at the bottom of a chip bag or a beer can watch a movie! read a book! play a game! just don't look! But when the Shoulds are in town they'll bring all they own they'll set up tents, houses, cities and then they'll begin to moan “ There's more to do! There's more to do!” “ You've simply done not enough!” “ Your overweight! To thin! Not smart!” “ You're work is really rough!” But the Shoulds have a weakness too ...

My Space! Not the website, sillies, but the cry, that claim for existence! I got this from a movie called Happy Go Lucky, when the heroine goes to a Flamenco class. At the class the teacher gives a speech about what Flamenco is: “Remember that this dance comes from the pain, from the suffering, of los gitanos...erm... what you say, "the gypsies". I know this word not politically correct,but these guys they been squashed down by society for centuries, centuries, and they say,"We don't need this. We got pride. We got dignity. We got heart. We got flamenco. " They say, "This... my space. "   My space.   My space!" That fire that is in Flamenco, that claiming of the self. That is what I need. I need to stand my ground, be the person I am in the moment I am in it.  No apologies. No doubts. Stomp stomp! My Space! Stomp stomp! My Body! Stomp Stomp! My life!