Did someone say Friction?

You know what's really fucked up?

When days before you are to experience a "supposed" life breakthrough, right about the time you would be putting the finishing touches on an astounding life transformation, you instead become super ill. (Pauses typing to cough up left lung). That's right folks, after all that "do what you love and get paid for it" and getting myself jazzed up to go and live the dream, I have to stay put long enough to get over whatever viral concoction my lungs are incubating. Imagine, if you will, me - a portrait of the American Dream - going out there to kick ass and take names. Except in this very pressing time, when I need to be focusing on strategizing my hostile take over of the dance world - all I can do is sit and focus on my breathing. Anytime I walk farther than 3 feet, I have to grab my inhaler and try to gain control over my asthma (which has flared up due to the viral infection in my lungs). It sucks - to need to be a rockstar when you feel like a chump. It's another practical joke life plays on us.

I don't appreciate life's twisted version of Murphy's law regarding my audition next week. All, I'm saying - kinda fucked up...

However, as a strategist, "friction" (as is the name given for any situation or circumstance that arises unexpectedly and can trump your plan) is to be expected, and to be fair, I am playing a game against life. It's objective, to beat me - to defeat me. My objective, to overcome and manhandle life myself. It does us no good to get angry when things don't go the way we planned. I often hope things don't go the way I planned - I instead hope things go way better than I planned. That is the perspective I always try to look at when "friction" arises. What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger... well what doesn't stop you - only really aids you....

So I had a solo prepared for next week... I stopped liking it. I chucked it. So now I'm sick and I have no solo - but I have a feeling, that since I put the pressure on, something fabulous will breed itself out of me. I'm kinda glad to be the way that I am. I just don't feel like playing by anybody's rules - or doing things a certain way. If life doesn't play by the rules... why should I?