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The Boy in the Plastic Bubble…
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self portrait. November 20, 2012 |
But, when life changes and we experience things our parents’ wouldn’t approve of
we then are able to start defining ourselves as adults.
As an adult, I have made my mistakes and I have learned a few lessons.
There are some mistakes I regret, some mistakes that were fun.
There were the mistakes that led to great creative inspiration…and there
were mistakes that I loved.
Regardless, they were my mistakes.
As an adult my parents and I don’t see eye to eye… on well… almost anything.
I have come to accept that.
Now, I am my own person living my own life
my relationship with my parents is… minimal.
If I could change that I would… but they still live in their bubble,
and that will never change. I have seen it now with my sister.
What is your bubble like? How limiting is it?
My bubble? It is the filter of fashion, beauty, art and life.
My bubble lets anyone in and out as I love to experience new things, new people, new places.
Though, when it comes to my personal belief system…
Have I become like my parents, and won’t change?
Am I set in my ways in my belief system?
maybe. maybe not. I am still learning,
still experiencing and still deciding what I like in my bubble.
In the Sheets…
Ballet and Relationships
The same goes with relationships.
We know the basics… Play nicely… Treat others the way you want to be treated…
We practice… Failed relationships that we learned something from…
We are romanced with fairytales and wait for knights in shinning armour…
But perfection… Rarely happens.
So how do cope?
Some of us will spend a lifetime getting to know one person, who you will grow old with and be ever so much in love. Some of us will spend a lifetime of sexual encounters and that will be satisfactory. Some of us will spend an entire life married to a career and some might spend the rest of their lives consistently dating but never want or have a long term relationship…
If in ballet very few of us make it to be professional… Yet alone, become a soloist or a principal.
So few of us will make it into a healthy relationship… Yet alone get married and stay married … So that dream… doesn’t always come true…
And so, we move on. Some go onto teaching, and some will go back to school, and some will go into a world of glitter and the glamour of fashion.
So here’s a toast to the broken hearted…
My fellow people who have had their heart broken by lovers, by careers, or by dreams… It gets better.