I spoke earlier about walking and talking the walk and the talk. About reclaiming myself.
Then I had a long, long think. And I discovered something quite shitty. I have no idea how to reclaim myself.
When the gods of Earth reclaim themselves, they overhaul their entire system and come out with something new and daring that will most likely shock their fans. Madonna was a vibrant young woman singing songs about expressing yourself before she became a wanton sex goddess and begged us to justify her love. Britney Spears went from virginal teenager to latex clad seductress who spun around with a snake in her neck, cooing about being your slave.
I am not a god of Earth.
And that makes me wonder what to do. Should I start small and, like, dye my hair blue? Wear a different pair of shoes? Dress in a different way? Spin around with some sort of reptile in my neck cooing about being your slave/being very very scared of said reptile/possibly screaming and crying?
What constitutes reclaiming yourself? Or am I getting it mixed up with reinvention?
What do I need to do to get back to me? I’ve been so lost that I feel like I’m going sideways instead of forward. I keep getting concerned about petty things, things that I really shouldn’t worry about. I keep thinking I’m going to lose the good things I have.
So, I am launching a campaign. With loving ode to my muse, Rubyyy Jones, I am launching Save Jilly Boyd. With the purpose of reclaiming, honouring and loving the creative, sparkly, spiritual and mad as hatter wild child that is me.
Expect changes and tiddlywinkses in the coming months!