Worse than not being able to do anything to help someone you care about, is not being allowed to do anything to help someone you care about. Not being able to help, when you want to, is sad and frustrating and painful; not being permitted to help, when you are able to, is the saddest.
Being one’s own lighthouse is challenging, strange, and a thousand percent worthwhile.
Unconditional grace is a beautiful possibility.
I had intentions for a decent introspective post reflecting upon this past year and some feelings about the year+ to come.. I have a few hundred thoughts of things I could write right now, and things I could not write right now, and just a general feeling of contentment at knowing and feeling even if I am the only one in the universe who can my combination.
Thank you Private Practice for at least writing an episode about something that no one seems to ever want to even consider: that people can be wired in a way they do not choose and they can be fundamentally very good people and it is all our responsibility too to help them be safe and keep everyone safe.
Increasingly over the past ~two years, whenever someone asks me or I hear them ask somebody else “How are you doing?”, no matter whether the answer is “good” or “well”, my head reminds me “Superman does good, I’m doing well.” And then sometimes I think about it for a little while. Like so.
Good things can happen without being requested, but wishes can’t come true unless they are wished.
“forcing myself not to flinch” —2006
“Wanting people to listen, you can’t just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you’ll notice you’ve got their strict attention ~John Doe, from the movie Se7en (1995)” via Benjamin WL
The more I think about it, the more accurate I recognize this to be. But knowing it to be true is making me feel sad :-/
Refocus on the beautiful day, with cool air and bright lovely sunshine and colored leaves making crispy noises in the breeze. Also, strangely light traffic this morning — but it’s a work and school day, so why?
I should have a category here called “rambles”. Perhaps it simply goes without saying. Well, it has. I feel like I’ve not done this in a while.
I cut my hair the other day. And again the next day and next, because I had been really hasty and it was really uneven and then still uneven and then it’s close to where it should be now although shorter and still quite uneven but apparently unnoticeably so to others which works out fine.
Would’ve liked some chocolate chip cookies today but they were a bit overcooked so not nearly as enticing as the undercooked alternatives.
*update a few hours later. Some of the cookies were not overcooked and they are delicious.
Today’s a Happy Hour day.
People make the place. Always have. Applies to a single individual as well.
News is too often depressing.