Just saw Bright Star and I'm yearning for sun on my face, grass under my feet, and a breeze om my arms.
(I'm generally not a fan of the Romantics, but I'm thinking I might give Keats another chance.)
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Choice
I do this thing where I think I'm real sick, and I won't go to the doctor to find out about.
So I have a choice to make. Turn everything off and force myself to sleep, even though I'm not tired, and I pretty much slept all day. Or I stay awake. I'm almost certain one is the right choice, but embracing it is a whole other thing. A great resolution promise to myself is to try to do something everyday that takes me out of my comfort zone. Not dangerous, just a leap of faith.
I want to live my values. I want to walk the talk. I want to at least try.
I don't want to survive. I want to live. I'm going to do it.
I'm not going to dread going back to work tomorrow, instead I'm going to make a choice to leap in and look forward to a new year. Choose happiness.
So I have a choice to make. Turn everything off and force myself to sleep, even though I'm not tired, and I pretty much slept all day. Or I stay awake. I'm almost certain one is the right choice, but embracing it is a whole other thing. A great resolution promise to myself is to try to do something everyday that takes me out of my comfort zone. Not dangerous, just a leap of faith.
I want to live my values. I want to walk the talk. I want to at least try.
I don't want to survive. I want to live. I'm going to do it.
I'm not going to dread going back to work tomorrow, instead I'm going to make a choice to leap in and look forward to a new year. Choose happiness.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
I'm going to postpone the 'New Year' for a few days
The day slipped through my fingers. Not that I tried to hold on.
In the beginning there was need for recovery. Can we just call today a buffer between then and now? old and new. I wish I had committed more wholeheartedly to the newness of this year. I didn't even dwell in the novelty of nostalgia or reflection. I'm doing that awful and dangerous thing I tend to do. I shut down, shut off, shut out. I cease to deal. I become completely focused on the present. What do I need now to be comfortable, what can I do now to not deal with tomorrow. All the the more dangerous because I'm completely aware of the fact that I push the nastiness to the back of my mind. Not until it blows up in my face will it ever move to the forefront. It's like being fully conscious of your own self-destruction, yet doing absolutely nothing about it.
Nothing unusual about that.
Why is it that in English you wish people a HAPPY new year, and in Spanish you wish people a PROSPEROUS new year?
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