It is surprising & funny that I am starting a blog because almost all of the reason why I express in visual metaphors is that I find (my) vocabulary often limiting of the depth of expression.
I cannot even start to count the number of times someone asked me “how’re you doing” and I replied with “i am doing okay” when I so often want to let them know that I am basically the long bendy balloon that’s been morphed and moulded one to many times, as a dog, rabbit or a flower and is 🤏 this close to loosing it & bursting any moment.
imagine all the feelings we want to share as an infinity swimming pool at a resort on the hills, but with ‘words’ as a medium we’re often limited to the baby pool. barely submerged, separated by a thick tiled wall, and far far way from the beautiful view from the end of the pool.
while I am all for feeling feelings deeply, metaphors somehow allow me to zoom out a little and look at my emotions from a vantage point in another reality.
not sure how frequent or relevant I keep this going forward, but, here I am!
everything is a metaphor, this blog is literally a metaphor.