“I want to live in a universe where magic is possible, but I can’t just live there, like Marianne Williamson. I have to keep one foot on the ground I know, such as it is with its constant shifting, sinking, changing, dissolving.”
it really does bother me that the last post has been up for as long as it has with nothing to knock it down. i’d be embarrassed if this blog got any traffic.
i swear i have other ideas. got some drafts started where i talk about my reaction to something that left me thinking about it long after i was done watching/reading/experiencing it.
mostly i’m working on myself: starting a couch-to-5k program, taking an improv class, scrounging up the gear to start a podcast, starting a furniture flipping business, hunting for a new job. you know, boring human bullshit. going to therapy (including group art therapy) and trying to stick to the FOK diet because when is an american woman ever not obsessed with losing weight? also, needing all the self-care i can give myself.
oh, i started using a dating app again. i like Bumble because i can just window-shop and see who’s out there. i’m only curious, but i also know that the quickest way to learn about myself is to see how i work with others. i’ve been on one date so far. it went off the rails sideways but we’re both safe, i think. i’m almost ready to try again.
got nothing else to offer except another excerpt from the same entry in my journal. if you look closely, you can see shit i would never tell you straight.
“A recurring symbol in my dreams is an apartment building without the structural integrity necessary for a skyscraper. Someone just built a skyscraper without a spine, really. The fucking thing waves about in the wind threatening any moment to collapse and crush the inhabitants or shake them loose from a thousand feet up in the air. I’m usually one of the residents.”
Saturday, August 17th 2019
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