if the last few years have taught me anything beyond a deliberating doubt, it’s that slow progression is both, the shit & hot shit. learning to adapt while existing in the grueling tension that is, what i call, transitional stillness, is an integral inescapable lesson when living in slow progression; though the gruesomely unaesthetic act of untangling one’s sassy ass ego from the knotty web of internet ideals, faster, slimmer, flashier!, can feel like the worst of best kept secrets. everyone is all ‘get out there’, do something; join a run club, or somehow magically afford buy a class pass while unemployed, or whatever the f*ck else.
despite societal noise, contrary as i am, i feel… an erotic downright kinky resonance within when moving my body in the name of a classic roam & ruminate, ponder & prance, a f*ckin dilly dally, no follow up questions will be taken. if i’m bound to do something, i’ll be damned if it’s not in the name of curiosity, connection, or more simply… joy; not solely based on arbitrary or archaic traditions from a dying system; to dilly dally is a choice to do & be because it is your right as a free ass human being & in my case: a fiercely soft & free Black femme, at that.
in my only slightly humble opinion, to dilly dally is to embody presence; it is an act of honoring both intuition & autonomy; a chance to lock tf into environments in a way that facilitates play in tandem with universal energies via embodied action sans capitalistic intent & limitation; to dilly dally is to exercise free will, engage both heart & mind to problem solve, sharpen intuition, respond to inner & outer desires in real time; small yet tangible ways that refill our inner cups, rather than fueling some faceless corpo entity or whatever other normie masks we may don.
to dilly dally is to drop into an awareness of surroundings with a childlike wonder & imagination; the long term impact is immeasurable; memory of these moments continuously influence entire nervous systems well into old age1, help release anxiety around safety & security in a world shoving fear down throats pinky style2 from sun up to sundown towns; dilly dallying reminds one how to be bored, how to navigate present & future spaces with a level of inner trust in chosen forms of expression, no matter the appearance of the body occupied.
Boredom relaxes the brain and turns off its usual filters, allowing it to explore new ideas without the constraints of usual thought patterns. Boredom not only benefits creativity but also plays a crucial role in problem-solving.3
to embrace the dilly dally is to restore a bit of indulgent balance into an ongoing war to snatch back will[power] from the man4; to answer boredom, not with screens, but with playful curiosity, sacred destiny, & ultimately, {re}connection. day after day we’re bombarded with constant content lethally laced with hidden agendas, all seeking to snatch from our collective wells of hopes & dreams.
what’s a bad bitch to do? well, we buoy our spirits, hearth hotties; we recenter our compass unto el corazón5, unlearn so we recalibrate sensitive systems into sustainable strength & remain somewhat steadfast despite the anxiety inducing reality of asinine tweets, church of celebrity deathmatch6, & subsequent end of a world & [re]birth of another that reigns.
deliberate dalliances are a way to never lose sight of whimsy in the face of increasingly dire circumstances; a chance…to gather, to hunt, to celebrate, together. to finally notice those hidden gems buried within our ‘mundane’ everyday manifestations, glittering ever so slightly in the periphery; if only we weren't rushing along to plug back into our societal sockets to chase one elusive american dream or another. even staring down the barrel, the barest blip exists; an elicit chance to answer an innate call within us all; to which i pose the question: in a world bent on mass imagination extinction, must we not hold the line with even the smallest dose of curious indulgence?
enjoying the read but not ready to commit? no biggie, tip me a sorrel 🌺.
to those who consume these words, i wish you more whimsical wanderings; i wish you a fulfilling commitment to slow heart[centered] progression while simultaneously giving overthinking minds x overworked nervous systems a wee little break; with the energy that’s ripening in the air? so rife with unimaginable possibilities over the next few years; hell, even five minutes from now millions of lives could drastically change for better or worst7; so how much more time will be wasted spent entrenched so deeply into virtual worlds when the next stroke of chance awaits in the physical?
many of our ancestors’ autonomies were smothered, snatched; so as a collective, we inherited inflicted knowledge of how to stay vigilant & survive; so vigilant in fact, we’ve boxed ourselves up into assimilated palatability; hustling to brand ourselves into commodifiable characters desperate to be deemed ‘safe enough’ for the virus of success; interchangeable as if we’re just playing dress to impress on roblox8 or slotting into a return casting role of someone else’s life; an illusion so specific in uniformity, all it seems to take is one loosened thread to unravel it all.
so…here’s to undoing; untangling in the unknown, one dilly dally at a time. endless people, countless places, & thousands of trinkets in the world to potentially connect with, does that not tempt a temptress? scintillating spaces beckon soulful hearts if only we made time to untether from maliciously compliant social networks & dopamine[maxxx] habits to discover where in the world, expansion beckons. then? channel carmen sandiego9.
*deep sigh* well, this sh*t got kinda deep.
we’ll wrap it up here & i’ll leave you with this: go tf outside, babes.
until i yap otra vez, xx.
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fellow pieces singing hymns of the dilly dally gospel to hearts weeping asunder.
wild proclamation but i said what i said.
IYKYK; defense rests, your honor. *gavel noises*
booooo, hisss! tomato, tomato, tomato!
shoutout pimsleur. practicing my spanish y’all so bare with me as my writing voice evolves. ;] i’m knee-deep in booting up a new version of moi having entered a new realm of transformation that is both powerful & precarious; yet, we ride the waves, nonetheless.
y’all remember this?! they let this go on for 6 seasons?! LMFAO.
had to put that in there for balance y’all, chaos reigns supreme. ijs
lmaooo i’m so unserious but— here we are.
my girl was everywhere okay?! dilly dally+saving lives [i’m aging myself] millennials stand up!
I haven’t heard anyone else say dilly dally in a long time haha. Im here for it! BAD BITCHES 4 DILLY DALLY! 🤏🏽💕
This was a whooole experience. The narration too? *chefs kiss* It tickled my insides. That sounds weird but that's what it felt like lol. The dilly dally revolution starts now!