27 August 2018 Monday
Will you choose to level up?
Be where you choose; end up where you chose.
They who can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.
I want so much to open your eyes, ‘cause I need you to look into mine.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map
I feel inoculated, however that’s not the same as immune. What I do believe is that I know I’ll get through. I remember feeling like nothing good is reachable, I remember feeling unmendable. I’ll remember I’m not the only one. I’ll remember when I told someone very dear to me, when she was going through her own devastation and couldn’t see herself standing again, couldn’t imagine light — just a dark cave — that all you have to know is that you’re in a tunnel and there is light outside; you don’t have to know how you’ll get out, don’t have to know when you’ll see sun, just know that it’s there, and that you will get there too.
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.
Awareness. All the difference.
Time distortion. I still feel it, however I know it’s illusion.
Nutrition. I still eat unideal foods, however am aware of impacts and balance.
I wonder how different my life would have been/felt if I had been born not double-jointed. Piano, mudras.
“I think you’re fishing for mountains in a sea of molehills.”
—2009
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 a very useful thing. Currently I’m feeling Good Fortune’s wonton noodle soup. Very very good news gained. Anticipationspren happily abound.