Children are generally happy because they do what they do and be what they are or even pretend to be what they want to be without second guessing if it’s okay or they did it right or what will happen if they do or don’t. Anxiety and unhappiness live in the thinking over the past and in the thinking over the possible futures, and in the dissatisfaction/resistance to actual and possible. Joy is in the accepting/embracing/loving oneself and surroundings all as is/may be.
Be where you choose; end up where you chose.
I think being a bit in love with a lot of people — without needing them to yourself nor needing to be loved by them — might be the best thing.
Matt Nathanson’s new songs are good; I just can’t identify, so can’t really listen. If you’re hung up on your past and do not want to move forward, I recommend his latest album. Otherwise, there’s a world of happiness and other good music to have, including some of his wonderfully happy older songs.
“I think you’re fishing for mountains in a sea of molehills.”
Another full eve, with trepidation, excitement, realizations, consternations, liberations. …
I thought things tonight that were not possible to consider just a month ago
I have so many questions. However, other things are much more important than knowing
More progress on one front made in the past few days than in the past few years. And things feel different and things feel the same. Still tons of dreamings, and reflective memories come on occasion and I do not mind; I really don’t regret; the reasons and non-reasons all remain sound; and I am glad and grateful for what is and what wasn’t and what may yet be. Nothing is ever isolated, and the past proves the possibilities. And I know what to look for in a wave. Cookies continue. I’d like to better understand things like negative ions. I’m not sure where outside my home I’d ever wear these haltertops, though summer at home will likely see them plenty. I finally have an indoor thermometer, so I can check my feels against my actuals. I consider my nose a gift from my mother, because it mattered to her. I’m still very good at scowling and glaring, and I’m also very good at smiling. I’m getting better at going to bed and perhaps less good at staying in it; that latter could be the lack of sleep mask. My favorite shows include the Good Place, Doctor Who, Killjoys, and Elementary. I miss Smash and Battlestar Galactica. I’m considering interrupting Oathbringer to simultaneously read Iron Gold. I remain very happy with my hair cut — continued thank you to Jhonny at Cahra at Rio — it’s the professional and very proper version of the style I cut myself years back. Chocolate bunny grahams remain a favorite, as does tuna with chopsticks. [Blue] painter’s tape remains at very useful thing. Currently I’m feeling Good Fortune’s wonton noodle soup. Very very good news gained. Anticipationspren happily abound.
Back within the Stormlight Archive and dancing with storms and words and wonders and humanity. And epic Doctor Who is simply lovely. And Mom’s key lime pie means many sweet things to me. My family. Christmas. 2017. Noticing much, noticing how much I’ve not noticed. Cold cold outside today, and continues.. Much gratitude for the basics and the luxury. So much to celebrate. Not an island. Not a coconut. The joy of halite. The pronunciation of dour.