The Sayer and the Namer

Viva la Vida!

OK, so I don't really speak Spanish. I may speak the fragmented I-grew-up-in-Houston variety, but that hardly counts. I can't watch and understand Telemundo, so I don't officially speak the language. I didn't even take high school Spanish; I took French. Maybe not the most practical choice, but it's so pretty! J'aime Francais! When I go to Paris to stay in the Ritz, wear striped shirts and high heels with a beret, and ask "what time is it?" (Quel heurs et il?) and say "I speak a little French." (Je parle un peu Francias) I'll laugh at my high school naysayers who said "why are you taking French when you live in south Texas?" le hoh hoh hoh. OK, off topic.

I'm not blogging about the (awesome) Coldplay song, even though now that I think about it, I really love the musicality of it, and I think the lyrics are poetry. The song has a type of epic feel to it. Kind of like Camelot-ish. I'm not sure if an American band could pull that song off. I don't know why, I just think that the fact that they're a British band makes that song better. I have no logical explanation for that, but I stand by it. Regardless, I love Chris Martin almost as much as I love John Mayer. OK, not even almost as much, but I do love him. I'd like to think that John wouldn't name his kids Apple and Moses. Off topic again.

No, today I'm blogging about the literal translation of the phrase en espanol - Live the Life! That's what I want to do! FREEEEEEDOOOOOOM! (in my best Braveheart voice) My 10 days on the couch has given me serious wanderlust. I don't know where I want to go, and I don't know what I want to do, but that's what I want. To go and to do. I want to live in infinitives: to go, to see, to do, to laugh, to play, to enjoy, to cheer, to wander. I know that going somewhere just for the sake of going is futile. Doing something just for the sake of having something to do doesn't fill that void in your head? or heart? Where is the void? Why do I have the void? That's how I know that my wanderlust isn't a matter of external circumstances or boredom, it's a matter of internal discontent. Places and activities don't make people happy and content. Being constantly on the go doesn't bring fulfillment. Vacations don't bring true peace. Relationships make people happy and content. Faith brings fulfillment. God brings true peace. Living outside of yourself makes wanderlust disappear.

...but its difficult to live outside of yourself when you're stuck on the couch. Life's the game, and I'm riding the bench. However, the 10-day forecast is sunny. I'm done with my medicine. I'm off of my dependency of Kleenex. I can breathe and I can talk. Dizziness and nausea are minimal. "I can see clearly now the rain is gone..." haha :) So life goes on. I'm ready to regain my focus, to live outside of myself, and to live outside of my house. My couch, my dog, Martha Stewart, and Oprah might miss me a little bit, but I think their lives will go on as well.

Maybe when I get back to living, my blog posts will stop being a billion words long. Sheesh, Erin!

posted by Erin @ 11:42 PM