FindingMyName Barely Breathing
I was hooping outside today in my driveway, most completely exposed to my neighbors. And I was hooping, and enjoying it of course. But then, I realized I was completely missing the point.
I was out there hooping, but I wasn’t dancing. I wasn’t having fun. I wasn’t letting go and being carefree for those few songs. So, when Cozza Frenzy by Bassnectar came on (I burned it to a CD. It’s the most rap like song on there and really invigorating.) I let go. I realized that if I’m not going to have fun, why am I hooping at all? I hoop not only for me to leg go and have a blast, but to show others that’s what life is about. Just having fun. And I did. Oh did I have fun. I danced and waved my arms about and jumped and acted a little too gangster for my white ass, but GOD was it nice.
I’ve been having a somewhat a mental struggle lately connecting to life and it really brought be down, ya know? And, though there really wasn’t anyone out there, when people did pass by, I didn’t stop. No matter how much I wanted to. No matter how much I didn’t want them to look at me. I kept going. Flinging around and slipping and looking like a fool (because I’m really clumsy in my hooping, constantly slipping and stumbling over myself.. I think that may have to do with being on rocks and they slide in the dirt, but that also just has to do with me. I’ve really been working on cleaning it up a bit. Not because I don’t want to look silly, but because it’s frustrating to keep stumbling and not be able to go smooth.)
Anyway, it was wonderful.