🎵 “What’s the big commotion?
What’s the big commotion?
Got a head of distortion!
Tell me before the kettle blows
You know we got a big commotion!” 🎶
You have signed up to experience the commotion of The Abbie. Chapter XXXVII - It’s a Tamasha, folks! — “Tamasha” is Urdu (nicknamed ‘Pakistanian’ by my chiropractor) for “a grand show or performance” or alternatively “a fuss or commotion” *insert swag look here* And so the song reference from Gilmore Girls S06, E17.
It’s been my Diapers Era normal when the poop cleanup was not my biz. 😎 Family dysfunction, emotionally fraught creative expression, 24/7 introspection, chasing black cats, claiming I was an alien from an undiscovered planet, pretending my street side lenticular locket (reflecting a human eye!) was the Orin from the Neverending story, and well ... the list goes on. I have always enjoyed my weird, head-in-fantasy existence. It’s always been The Abbie vs World. Why so? Well, if you read the news ••• *eye roll* more monsters out there than under my bed — So the wards I built around myself grew too high. I’ve kind of locked myself out, besieged by my own madness. O, dear world, you say madness like it’s a bad think *wink* Tut-tut! — A atypical, single woman at 37 (by circumstance, not choice) *elevated guitar strum* is a Tamasha! I’m learning to roll with it. And this year we shall see what the world makes of it! Let’s give you a full show, darlings. You little sneaks!
Puzzle pieces are missing but who wants to complete stories, aye? Good stories matter to make life’s journey rock! And the conclusion? Well, isn’t life’s end a cliffhanger? Better make it a fantastic one!
“I have a rendezvous beyond my beloved horizon.” Captain Jack Sparrow.
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