ebb and flow

I am completely under the belief that certain people are designed to be connected with one another. Timing is everything. ~ Josie

There will be no flow to this blog.

With each passing day I become more and more dumbfounded with the lack of originality in this world. Why are people so predictable? Does the expected equal safe? Gag me…with a fork.

For me the true sign of a melodically brilliant, well written song is if it sends chills throughout my body and causes the hair on the back of my neck to rise. The feeling is similar to the sense of excitement that overwhelms you while daydreaming about someone you are head-over-heals smitten with.

My pal Ohio informed me today that my blogs are getting risqué. Last month he suggested they were tiresome. This is my public forum, Ohio, you're just living in it. For the record, he later admitted he enjoys my rants and was impatiently waiting for more. A complicated little man, that Ohio is. This was followed by an email that read “introduce me to your upstairs neighbor.” Ohio, (a) I am not Jillian (b) as you are well aware I do not have an upstairs nor do I live in an apartment AND (c) the blog blatantly suggests the neighbor’s gender is male. Let us backtrack several blogs, shall we? I predicted I would find a Barbara Streisand disk in Ohio’s car before long. I was in Ohio’s car just the other day and, while I didn’t spot a single disk that requires one to sing with a lisp, the car smelled awfully pretty and was strikingly clean. Ohio, put that coat down and come on out!

When I am nervous or bored I find myself jotting down ideas or writing short stories via notepad on my blackberry. I found this today and I honestly don’t recall when I wrote it but I trust it was very late after wine night on my sister’s porch.

The first one I felt right with
The first one I knew
A night I didn’t want to be alone
I miss you
I don’t know what to feel
I want to love I want to hate
Please let me let you in
Remove these thoughts I create

Guys, I went from listening to Johann Sebastian Bach to Fugazi. This defines diversity.

FATE - How much does fate play a part in our lives? I believe fate controls every aspect of our lives. I had an endearing conversation with a spectacular individual the other day. For the record it was a very special afternoon. He and I discussed the significance of timing and fate, hence my quote at the start of this blog. The night I met this individual nearly 10 months ago he and I were minutes away from missing one another which, in effect, would change every day within the past 10 months of my life. This raises a question of great intrigue. Is it possible to miss out on our fate? Are we born with blueprints of our lives? Is there a window of opportunity to meet our fate and is it our challenge to find it? It is fascinating yet daunting to think about a moment – any moment - you met someone whether it be a love interest or one of your greatest friends. Think of how many days, moments, even lives that would be altered had you not met that one individual. Do you ever wonder if there is someone out there you were destined to meet but by some consequence missed your opportunity? I have to believe this is not an option. I have, on many occasions, experienced that instinct of knowing or feeling something instantly. Simply put - the gut reaction. The only way I can describe the reaction is it’s like earth's was of providing insight. I realize how ridiculous that sounds but it’s very real. On the same accord, I can generally tell within five minutes of meeting someone if they have a good or bad soul. You can’t hide a phony personality. When I met the individual I spoke of earlier I knew when I glanced at him that I was exactly where I was supposed to be at that moment. It was like getting a glimpse of the potential happiness in store for days to come. When I think back to the feelings I had during that moment it fills me with exhilaration and bewilderment. How is it possible we can feel so strongly about someone or something we are completely oblivious to? It’s impractical. This is why I am a believer in fate. It is truly an enthralling yet complicated sensation. What makes people connect? To me it is a very private thing. Someone finding their way into your soul before you even know it. Maybe they’ve always been there. Waiting for happenstance. Waiting for the window of fate to open.

In closing I would like to report that I recently shared several of my blogs with my prisoner pen pal. He calls me a “handful”. I couldn’t have wished for a more suitable compliment.

Guys and girls, the weather is feeding my mood. Goodnight.

~ Josie