Last night I took a trip to The Lauging Goat, a delicious coffee shop at the eastern end of Pearl. The spectacle du jour was a Brazilian man plus a bassist. It should have been a clue that while we were ordering our deliciously steamy, fat-free, sugar-filled drinks our ears were assaulted with a series of clicking, clacking, screaming, vocal chord torture noises. Alas, we stayed for an hour, watching some horribly cliched artistic masonry including song, dance, poetry, and more vocal torture.

Despite the fact that this guy was bad (maybe just in my opinion), I was still awed by his fearlessness. He had mastered sharing his soul with a room filled with strangers, regardless of their (probably) critical mental critiques. With that, he inspired me. I have officially forgotten what it is like to creatively express myself (with the exception of photos, blogs, and salad aesthetics) in a traditional sense. I miss my dancing, poem writing, bass playing, painting.

Commitment to school and fitness along with whatever else I prioritize has filled my time for this area of my life, and I miss it. Even though I have never been exceptional at any of these things (far from it), Brazilian dude proved that it is still worth it to take the time to do it for yourself. I started today by downloading “Hips Don’t Lie”. Let the booty shaking begin.

p.s. The crazy “a’s” are not an artistic addition, I don’t quite know why they appeared or how to eradicate them. Sorry.