The Land of Kate

There is a place called Kate.

It is this funny little realm where a normal looking girl can transform mystically into a fairy, pixie, or kung fu killer.

In this land of Kate, I can become my true self. I can head bang. I can karate chop. I can speak foreign languages. Most of all, I don’t have to think about anything other than what pops out of my ever loving soul. Dancing like an idiot is second nature in the land of Kate, as is singing off key. Laughing maniacally in this place is most renowned.

Mostly, I think that being one’s true self from time to time and reveling in the feeling of abandonment is the most freeing, fleeting moment we can have. Embrace the land of Kate! Hug it like a stuffed animal won at the fair! Rub up against it like a cat in heat! Shimmy at it!

We all need that place that springs into existence suddenly and unannounced to make us realize what life is really all about. When we can snigger at ourselves and say “what the hell” then we can drop the pain, regret, worry, grief, heartbreak, loneliness and turmoil that the day to day toils of life normally provide. We can let loose, be free and get jiggy.