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I am the piano/violin player, creative partner , and songstress of This Way to the Egress. I have set up this blog to document the whereabout, whoseawhats, travels, trials and tribulations of our journey. It is This Way to my Story............

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

A Letter to my Enemy. December 25th 2012

Tis the season for reflection and resolutions.
Well Egress is shifting gears and starting a whole bunch of new and awesome stuff in 2013 and as we make that change there will be more blogs from the band coming achya!! That being said i am going to make a slow transition from this blog being solely about the band and use it more so as a personal blog (which i am sure will still mostly be about the band since that takes up about 90% of my life) That being said i am leaving somethings behind me as i re- emerge in 2013 as an individual and Lady Egress. A letter to my Rival, a letter to my enemy.

Dear the People We Were,
   I have to say, I never quite understood you from the start. Although i tried,.... at times I felt as though we came from different worlds, different sides of the tracks. I would hear you say negative things about people,... people you didn't even know, judging them on their appearance or interests. I didn't like that or the way it made me feel. Then one day you didnt even know and I heard you saying those things about me. It was no surprise, you wore your insecurities like a cloak and skewed people and their ideas with them all the while disguising your disdain with arrogance.

You sucked the world and anyone who would listen into your tornado without warning or consideration and felt as though I was simply a means to your end. Walking on eggshells because of the erratic comings and goings and hot and colds and this was BEFORE things really went south. Your brooding would cause green rays of longing and as i moved forth with creating, playing and singing so freely, you were blinded from the truth, which was your self defeating nature.  It has been a long road to where i am heading and I have myself and also you, my enemy to thank.  For putting me down before you really knew me and disguising it in "friendship", for  your vast and quick judgements on those you barely know, for your arrogance and rage, for your lack of follow through and ambition. You, Blaming everyone else for your short comings have been my mirror on the wall. It has helped me see my simple nature and how quickly i can complicate things. I am in control of almost every aspect of my life. I can pick and choose my battles and I have. I am done battling the ghost of you. I am done battling the ghost of me. I am happy with where i am and am going in life and nothing,not even death or illness can take what i have accomplished away from me. For every night i lie down with accomplishment as a pillow.
Heres to 2013, so long old friend, so long old enemy, good luck and good rid dens.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind 
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne

1 comment:

  1. You're a brilliant and magnificent lady. These words resonate as if they were addressed to me personally. This forces my heart to sink deeper than I imagined possible. I honestly do not believe I judge anyone based on appearance or their interests... definitely not in my rational sense. Alas I have stated things far less than kind in the past- out of pure fear, hurt, confusion, desperation, through depression and feelings of abandonment, when I felt I had no where or no one left to turn to... not even able to control my own actions, I have hurt those whom I loved dearly, ones whom I have and still admire & strive to be more like. I have damaged relationships beyond repair and though I've tried, am still not capable of forgiving myself for... for I am not convinced I deserve it. I am guilty & ashamed. I am self-defeatist by nature and single-handedly fight with it daily. All I want in my life is to laugh, love, create, experience, play and sing as freely & effortlessly as you seem to do so well.

    Forever in awe, and lost in regret-
    Jami

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