life with an ostomy. candid, not sugar-coated. empowered, not embarrassed.

Feb 8, 2010

All the little pieces, jumbled, with some promise

That's how my life feels right now - with all it's different elements. Like it's all going to come together, but I don't know how. All these burgeoning bits and pieces of my life - some things are starting to take shape - they feel natural. Or, I feel like I belong. Or, I don't know. Sometimes they feel unnatural still, but I think it's all gonna shake out in the not too distant future.

All these different elements are going to somehow come together... around me.

Choir, me singing.
Honking, on the harmonica.
Getting fit and focused at the Y.
Writing, for me, for some papers.
Playing with paints, other arty stuff.
Speaking my french, ecouter, parler le francais
Feeding the birds?
Gettin' hitched, dreaming creatively about it, making plans for the party.
Seeking out storytellers from my neighbourhood and recording them.
Planting stuff - getting more interested in plant life. Seeds! Worms!
Seeking women I like. Talking shamelessly, digging, exploring, loving.
Taking time for meditation - how long will this Buddhist thing last?

These things are all getting layered on top of the more basic needs I've managed to meet. Like love and trust, and security. A good place to live, good food to eat. I am no longer hustling for work all the time - I recently hooked up with a decently-paying part-time gig - I finally have some reliable income again, and a regular schedule.

At the same time, none of this is me, and all of this is me. It's amazing what I can create around me - the bits and pieces I have sniffed out and chosen since moving to this new city. If I look at each little piece, I can trace the threads back further into my life. Oh, it all makes sense. It starts to make sense.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Uh huh, this my shit
Try not to stomp your feet in this

A few times it's fallen off my back,
But it's never just burst open like that
I'm a colostomy bag girl,
A colostomy bag girl
[2x]

Oooh, this my Shit, this my Shit [4x]

This one time I was trying to shit
And I didn't think that I could bare it
Didn't think it should hurt like that, so I rang my GP up
Said a virus had attacked, gonna need a pack
Never have to sit down when my shit comes out
That's right, I can walk around whilst my little bag fills up

A few times it's fallen off my back,
But it's never just burst open like that
I'm a colostomy bag girl,
A colostomy bag girl
[2x]

Oooh, this my Shit, this my Shit [4x]

So that's right dude, better get the bleaches
Shit on the floor and in my breaches
Both of us want to be the winner, but there can only be one
So I'm gonna shite, gonna give it my all
Smell could make you fall, worse than socks in bad shoes
That's right, I'm the last one standing, and my poo is starting to crust

A few times it's fallen off my back,
But it's never just burst open like that
I'm a colostomy bag girl,
A colostomy bag girl
[2x]

Oooh, this my Shit, this my Shit [4x]

Let me tell you that this shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
This shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
Again, this shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
This shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S

A few times it's fallen off my back,
But it's never just burst open like that
I'm a colostomy bag girl,
A colostomy bag girl
[2x]

Oooh, this my Shit, this my Shit [4x]

7:07 PM, March 19, 2010

 

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