I’m not
I’m not the kind of person who writes letters in support of other
people’s causes. I may have been, once. But not now.
I’m not the kind of person who signs up for a zumba-yoga marathon
for charity. Perhaps I was, once. But not now.
I’m not the kind of person who plays the piano for three
hours each day until Chopin’s Revolutionary Etude
goes streaming through her blood. I’d never think of stretching
my fingers that way, spreading out and unfolding like a wire
coat hanger over the keys…even though I may have dreamed it, once.
I’m not the kind of person who goes to live
with an indigenous tribe in Colombia for three weeks
and actually believes that her presence might be positive…
even though, five years ago, it would have been.
I’m not the kind of person who breaks from routine.
I’m not the kind of person who changes the world.
I’m not the kind of person,
I’m not that kind of person…
Please, someone, please take me back, show me the
person I used to be, the one I thought I might become
before everyone told me
that I had grown up.
—-written by Jeannine Pitas, in “The Courage to Connect” November 2, 2011