Going Wild
Dreaming, thinking, writing and gazing; what’s new? It is the daily imagination of my weak, yet powerful mind. It is the escape to my happy place in my down moment, it’s the boredom that gets into my head with a long endless day, it’s the disappointment of knowing the finale of the movie when it actually just started, and the list keeps going on and on…But today its different, the day is the same, yet I am different. I choose to go wild in my dreams, thinking, gazing and wondering. My eyes are shut, my mind is on, and the clock is ticking before the day is gone. Oh my god, am I rhyming? Then it’s workingJ - it actually is working, I am going wildJ. Ok, back to business then, close my eyes, listening to (mahatetmasr.com) enjoy the new tunes, create a story with every song, smile with a love song, shed a tear with a sad one, and feel free with a strong beat and a little girl with the guitar.
Go wild…. I am wearing bright yellow jeans, this new weird fashion that for some reason I can't see it hanging in my wardrobe, but heck with it, today I’m going wild. A simple white shirt on it, I am painting a room, I am in my own world, and my phone is silent because I chose for it to be so. Go wild… I am followed by paparazzi, smiling and taking pictures with people, yet I am not an art celebrity, I am in politics, I actually work with Obama, I am the first Arab American Muslim covered girl working in Washington D.C. I am proud to make my dad proud; I am travelling and making decisions with the president of the U.S.
Go wild… I am driving my old blue car, picking up my friends cruising around El Maraghany St., drinking watermelon juice from salsa, and checking new stores in Horreya St.
Go wild… I am the world’s best ever soccer mom, cheerleading like no chick can ever cheer lead, I am turning around and letting every one know these are my kids, I am the one who raised up those two beautiful gifts.
Go wild… I am kicking ass in paint ball fight, I am very tired from all the running but loving the adrenaline rush, and enjoying every bit of paint in my hair and nails.
It starts here, in my mind. I have full control to become weak or strong, forget happy or sad these are superficial terms. I choose to be strong today, to be a happy mom, to write a new to-do list, to do something different tomorrow, to try a new work out, and research self plans for the next 12 months. Then maybe next week I will reach my down cycle again, actually no not next week, I just got out of one, so it's too soon, so in two weeks reach another down cycle, its amazing how sometimes I see it coming, and for some reason look forward for it, I call it cycle because at some point I will go wild…and rise and shine baby, rise and shine.
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