Release

I am writing this post for the beautiful Josie's Writing Workshop.
I have chosen the prompt : Release.

The empty pages before me are crying out to be bought to life.
A little doodle here, a phone number there. They don't mind how you resurrect them.

I have a passion for bettering myself. Well at least trying to.
I try to be creative. I try not to be disheartened when I realise that my efforts aren't in anyway close to those around me. I just concentrate on the feeling of how proud I was that I'd finished something that I wanted to achieve.

Writing this blog is an achievement. I know, it's not much. And I'm very aware that I can not 'write'.
But it's an achievement for me none the less.

When I have time, I like to try my hand at painting. I have painted a few canvas'.
None great, but again I am proud that they are recognised and they are displayed in my living room for all to see.

Music. Music (as it is well documented in this blog) is my most productive form of  release.
It lifts my mood when I'm down and carries me along when I'm soring through the clouds.
It's as if it knows me better then I ever knew myself.

Then there is of course, the one thing that unites the world. It's a renowned feel-good measure.Sex.
Break up sex, make up sex. Meaningful sex and even a sordid 'quicky' in the back of a car..

Many things release me from the cage that I have become trapped in over recent years, and I am so very grateful for the occasional break.

This page has now been born again.
Like a Phoenix rising from it's flames. It's beautiful. It's colourful and it will last forever.
I have been released from my cage of entrapment once again.