Aging is something that happens, and yet there is an art to doing it gracefully.
I am watching my kitten go through the stages of growing. He started life as a very, seemingly, helpless creature. The cards were stacked against him, and yet there were basic things he could do and did. Things that just come naturally.
At first, he just needed to get comfortable on his feet. He could seek out food, water and his liter box. To accommodate his little legs, I placed a short box in between the two larger cat boxes I own. The day I noticed him in the large cat box, I snapped a picture and sent it to my sister. I was a proud kitty parent. True story...but I won't post that picture.
Pouncing was his next stage. Just like an 18 month old child, who hides his eyes and thinks you cannot see him, Berlioz's little ears will stick up, as he crouches down just as far as he can go. With eyes out of sight, his hind end wiggles, and then comes the pounce. I am amazed at how quickly Berlioz has transitioned from pouncing to teething, and climbing.
I have a cat tower and Berlioz is a daredevil. I could easily waste hours watching his antics, expecting him to tumble off at any moment. Through all his play he is learning.
Leaping seems to be his upcoming stage. His legs are becoming more lanky and his body is growing longer.
I know that there will come a point when I believe Berlioz will stop growing, but I know he will not stop aging.
How does all this relate to me? I am still growing...aging. Just when I think I have life all figured out, I realize I do not. Even that is progress. I love having my own place. I love being able to decide what I want to do, with whom and when. I am learning as I age, I need to fill my time with activities where I am surrounded by others. I am a social being, and I think that is a very, human characteristic.
Just as Berlioz is growing, I am too. He needs to practice his new skills and so do I. I think as humans, we do not want to be rejected, so we may be apprehensive to take risks. I know this is true for me. My internal battle hinges on Saturdays. In order to keep from being rejected, and yet have the human interactions for which I long, I head out of my house to blog. Am I hiding in plain sight? Can you see my eyes? (I promise to only wiggle my hind end when I'm dancing!) I do want to pounce on life. I will keep practicing, but I'm not really sure how to move forward right now. The ledge of rejection is narrow and I do not want to risk being hurt over and over. I admire those who are willing to walk on that ledge. I think I need to go home and watch Berlioz a little more. Then, I need to throw my whole heart and soul into my practice.
Blogging music tonight: Ed Sheeran, of course.
Please feel free to recommend another artist to me.
I do enjoy my wordsmith though. :)