An hour ago, that belief was exemplified.
I had, for several days, let the MP3 icon for Muse simmer on my desktop--untouched for no particular reason except maybe a lack of desire to listen.
An hour ago, I stared at that icon and had a completely unrelated thought: I thought about how I hadn't written anything in more than 30 days--and I thought about how I had changed during that time--I was not the same woman who had written that last post in early November.
...During those 30 days, I had pulled the knife out of my side--the one that, by my own hand, had been piercing and twisting and tearing me for several years now--wiped off the blood, spit-shined it clean, took a look at my reflection in its blade, winked, and tossed it to the curb...
But it seemed my new-found [dare I say it?!] happiness had also ripped out my inspiration.
That realization behind me, I finally double-clicked the Muse icon hoping for a new kind of inspiration. My subsequent realization: the name of Muse's song is "Feeling Good."
Muse to Reem: "Freedom is mine...it's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life...for me."
"Of course," I snickered, looking down at my freshly-polished shimmering blood-red nail, "there was no other day for this ear penetration to take place. Today was when it was supposed to happen all along."
Kol shee ilo waqto; kol shee maktoob.
:)feeling.good
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