Post Navel...

I stated a few posts ago that I would remove my navel peircing. Last night was that night. Why? I'm not sure. It could have been sped up by a conversation that I was having at dinner on Sunday. My cousin (well Tweet's cousin) was talking about acupuncture and how the Asian guy that she goes to said that the navel is one of the worst places to pierce on your body because it is the center of your body. Something to the effect of piercing it can throw many things off balance.

And I sat and thought about it and was like hummm...

Well at some point yesterday I made up my mind that I would do it last night. And I griped and pulled and released the metal ring that was at the center of my being for damn near 10 years, I felt...I felt...a release. Of what I don't know. And I know you're thinking'girl it's a damn navel ring, pahleeze'! But hand to the man, I really felt something.

I kinda felt a sense of sadness. Like when you move and leave a friend behind. I mean, that ring wasn't just an accessory. It represented a symbol of where I was back then. I remember that me and it is different from now. It was like I unlocked a part of my past that I was holdin on to.

And as Tweet threw the hoop in the trash. I went and dug it out and placed it and the ball on the counter and stared at it. Why? I'm not sure. Maybe I'm still holdin on.

In conclusion, I personally believe that there is a rhyme and reason for most/all of the things that we do. I feel like our mental creates physical. I don't feel like I haphazardly placed holes in my body. Just like every time I cut my hair off, I feel as though there was another reason behind it besides fashionable upkeep.

Anyway...it's gone. And what remains is a hole in my center. A conclusion to one chapter and the beginning of a new. And as the hole heals, I'm sure the journey will continue.

*sigh*