Well, hello there, people. Long time, no see. I've been busy living.
I'm not going to rehash the topics of my past blogs. I will simply say I have been busy getting from my dark side to a balanced view on life.
I've done things that make me happy - like buying myself and my daughter roller skates, despite the fact we have no idea how to make them work. We've had fun in the park trying to stay vertical and even get our legs move on them; we're slowly making progress, so I'm pretty optimistic.
I've been listening to lots of music, doing my meditations, starting a diet and losing a few pounds. I've even become a blonde - the shock of the century for my family and friends, who'd never have pictured me as one. I myself would have laughed in your face, had you dared mentioned such an idea to me.
But, there you go - I am a blonde. Now all the blonde jokes pop in my head at inconvenient times [in my defence, I have to say, they relate to the facts happening around me or to me at that specific moment] and I am snickering like a lunatic when people near me are serious and looking all bussiness-like.
But, about the topic title - my dream. Last night I had a lot of action going in my dreams, after I finally fell asleep, around 2.30 a.m.
I stayed awake until then because I had to finish translating and synchronizing a subtitle for a French short documentary on the pyramids of Gizeh. After I finished I found myself in the mood for some latino music and a game of puzzle... and here comes 2.30 a.m., when my eyes are sore and I manage to drag my tired body to my bed.
To make a long story short, in my dream I get in a situation where I have to kick some asshole's butt - and in all my previous dreams, for as long as I can remember, I truly rock when it comes to fights - and, what do you know, the bloody asshole is way stronger than me. The best I can do is not get myself defeated, however, that guy won't quit.
Just as I start wondering how to put and end to the situation, another guy pops in, takes over and kicks major asshole ass. And then he took care of me until I reached my intended destination.
To say I was amazed is an understatement. I woke up shocked and amused. My "lady in distress" side was all joy and smiles, while my normal, kick ass side was...speechless.
I told you all this because it got me thinking - what does it feel like, to have such a person, in the real life, who doesn't necessarily beat up people, but helps you out when you need it, behaving completely normal afterwards, being genuinely friendly and caring?
What's it like to have someone take your back when you feel lost, insecure, when you get stuck in difficult situations?
I've been on my own for so long, I am wondering where would I find such a trust in me, would such a miracle guy appear in my life? [ huge sigh ]
Anyway, the main idea is simple - when you want to get help, you have to let others see you're vulnerable. You have to let someone be your hero. If you can trust anyone to such a degree.
[picture source: allswalls.com]