Champagne Sunday’s: I live in my head…

There comes a time when you got to get out and start livin. Every few years I get the itch to try something new, to break routine and to go in search of whatever it is I am still looking for…

I have been writing for a couple of years and I look back to where I was living in my head from time to time. Here are some of my favorite stories in particular order:

1. I’ve got my life in a suitcase

2. Currently Downloading Version 32

3. The Social Experiment of the Letter J

4. Stolen Thoughts

5. Ziggy’s Journey

Well my 5 year journey is coming to an end and I am over living in my head…I am ready to move on and I am now going to live in my heart!!!

Champagne Sunday’s: Kismet…

Do you know where you call home??? Is it the small town you grew up in, is it the big city where you went to University and know everyone in town and thought to yourself this is as good as it is going to get. Or is it the place that by circumstance you found yourself wandering around aimlessly wanting and waiting for a sign to point you in the right direction???

Last Friday nite I stood dancing in the pouring down rain in the lower east side of New York City. I was on my way to see a gig when I decided to take a moment and thank life for such a sweet day. People were on the hustle and bustle rushing by me trying not to get wet. As the rain soaked my perfectly styled hair, it began to curl on the ends and my make up began to run down the sides of my face into my laugh lines. I smiled as big as my smiles let me and thought to myself, Gosh, why are people so afraid to be rained on??? Don’t they know that it cleanses your heart and soul?!?

And then…it happened. Lightning struck me, like love strikes ones heart. I looked up and on the corner of 3rd Ave and E 11th was a sign that said, “This is where you need to be Ziggy. This is where you should call your home”. (No, seriously there was a sign that said that.) Even though I have tapped danced in this city streets many times before, all I could think of was is it took me this long to realize this was my home. It was hidden deep in the nooks and crannies of a city that reeks of LIFE. There were the city lights, city sounds, city air and city taste left in my mouth when I returned home to my life of circumstance.

I have made my decision and I ready to move on. I am scared to death, but when LIFE cures your pain and the signs all say go east…I say, don’t stop until fate punches you in the face!!!

Champagne Sundays: GREAT Expectations…

I do my thing and you do your thing
I am not in this world to live up to your expectations,
and you are not in this world to live up to mine.
You are you and I am I and if by chance we find each other,
it’s beautiful. ~ Gestalt Prayer

I have been doing a lot of reading lately and I guess you can say some soul searching in other writer’s words in hopes to find whatever it is that I am looking for because I am not satisfied with the life that I got…the life that I have found.

I have always had high expectations for my family, my friends and myself. However, there came a time in my life where everyone including myself was a great disappointment, because they did not live up to my expectations. It came to a point in my life where I decided not have any expectations anymore.

I found it easier, easier to expect nothing, to make no claim to my hopes, to my dreams, to my relationships, to my friendships or to me. Because when you expect for your hopes and dreams to come true or for a friendship or a relationship to be successful and none of these expectations are ever met for one reason or another, if you expect nothing…and you get nothing…well no one will know when you are disappointed and you won’t be disappointed.

You can feel nothing knowing that you never “put yourself out there”. There is no record of what you wanted, no way for anyone to know that you have been let down. No one gets hurt…you do not get hurt!!!

I am so sick and tired of never feeling anything. I finally came to realization that I do want to have expectations. Maybe it is naive of me to expect things, but I want to expect things out of life, out of my family, my friends, out of me, out of you. I choose to live my life believing that GREAT acts will happen. It is expecting people to be AWESOME and that makes me AWESOME!!!

Therefore, if my expectations are not met today there is always tomorrow, and then the next, and then the next, and then the next…