Something is always going to be "wrong." Life is never going to be perfect, and it's certainly not going to be the perfect vision you see in your head. Like trying to find the Pleiades in the night sky. It gets blurred and faded when you look at it straight on, but you can see them more clearly in peripheral vision. Same with getting what you want, attaining the object of passion.
This is not the end of us, not yet. I will stay for another year, and just let the good things that are happening, happen.
And if I do need to leave, like go exploring or disappear or blow everything up again, he supports this. Like really actually fucking wants me to do what is best for me. Even if that's leaving (hopefully not permanently...I don't need to be totally untethered. Just enough to figure shit out on my own and be my own person.).
You'll never know how perfect it is until you see it from the outside.
2016 5 July :: 8.41am
:: Mood: rejuvenated
:: Music: Vallis Alps
back in black
We traveled home from NC all day yesterday. Made it home safely; it was something like a 10-hour drive, and thankfully we didn't hit much holiday traffic and managed to outride the storms in WV.
I love my city. Sitting on the balcony last night, I could see six or seven different fireworks sets going on all around, one that was pretty close to our building. I always wanted to live in a place with a view for stuff like that. I never dreamed I'd end up here, but like I said...the perspective is good. And I'm so lucky to have S, who supports literally everything I do or want to try. In fact, just leaving everything, all of this, would be more all-or-nothing thinking...it is possible to have your cake and eat it too in this 21st century world. And I'm giving myself permission to just live, damnit.
I used to think that I needed to play my cards just right in order to get what I wanted. Like you only get one deal, and that's it. And yeah, I took a small buyout. Mitigating my chances. I'm not a gambler, and I don't like to play hardball.
"If you don't like what they're saying, change the conversation."
And now I'm ready to try again. Let's give this another go.
2016 3 July :: 2.13pm
:: Mood: excited
:: Music: The Magnetic Fields
A breath of clarity
People will treat you the way you expect to be treated. If you want to change the way the world looks at you, start from the inside and work your way out.
So change is good, but I've been taking change in giant leaps...trying to make my goals too big, make big changes all at once...basically doing the very things that I advocate are harmful to others from a social change standpoint. I actually feel pretty relieved about this...I'm not a total failure, I'm just an overachiever at heart. Undoing perfectionism is real, challenging work.
So, my plan when I get back home to Columbus:
1) Get new glasses
2) Purge all my unneeded/unwanted shit
3) Redesign my bedroom
Life is too short to keep carrying things that are too heavy for me, or that I don't want hanging around anymore. I'm already OK with all of this.
Do you ever fuck up, in the midst of someone else's fuck-up, and their fuck-up is bigger than yours, but you still fucked up, so it's like, 'Fuck, do I still get to be upset about the original fuck-up? Or did I just fuck everything up irrevocably, even though the other fuck-up was bigger?'
Today marks one month since the accident. I am finally feeling relief after going to the chiropractor. I am still recovering though. Occasionally I have brain fog, or things get fuzzy and I have a hard time focusing. Everyday I am even more grateful that my baby was unharmed in the accident. Last week was the first time that she had even asked questions about the accident. I knew it was going to happen, and I didn't press her after the accident because I was waiting for her to be ready. After the accident she asked what happened one time. And it was literally the first thing out of her mouth after we stopped. From that point on, all she would say was "I hate that lady's car for hitting us. She's a bad driver. I hate her driving". I would always reassure her that the only thing that mattered was that we were okay. I have been trying hard to not harbor anger over the whole ordeal. I am pissed that she wrecked my car. I am pissed that I am still recovering. But the fact that even after all that, my child is okay, makes me not want to hang onto those feelings of anger or hatred. Reagan could have been killed, or severely injured. She could have had cuts ALL over her body from all the glass. She could have been covered in glass, but for some reason she wasn't.
One of my favorite things
So I was listening to The Streets of Cairo on youtube (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=npQUK_OJONA), and I go to read the comments and I spot a bunch of people complaining about Ke$ha and some kpop ladies for ripping off the tune for their songs. Which is hilarious to me as The Streets of Cairo was an off the cuff ripoff of an older french song "Colin Prend Sa Hotte" which is a ripoff of an almost ancient algerian song.
It's almost as good as people complaining about Metallica ripping off Thin Lizzy or the Dubliners for Whiskey in the Jar, which has been sung in Ireland in one version or another since before the US was a country.
Something with a little bounce in it.
Yes, I drink expensive coffee and burn candles. Because I'm in control of my life; life doesn't control me.
I'm honest and kind, and I always give our customers the benefit of the doubt, because most of them are honest and kind, too. I love, love, love having the power to solve problems and make someone's day better. And I do it all from my phone and computer. I don't even have to wear pants.
I don't have to second-guess myself because I make good decisions and deal with the consequences. Yesterday I accomplished every single thing on my to-do list, even things that were hanging around from months and months--even a year!--ago. If you can give one gift to yourself this week, take a day, take your day off, to make a list of all the things you know you need to get done but are putting off. Do them all. Sleep well.
Kiss my ass, 2016; I just made mince meat of 2015, and you're next.
I needed a change of scene this week. The old thoughts were hanging around, and I needed to get out. So I drove across the city and took myself out for a big-ass sushi working lunch. It was really effective.
Much of my work involves solving problems with creative ideas. I love being able to step back from the minute-to-minute, the hour-to-hour rhythm and feel the needs of the people I'm helping, to imagine a solution that will actually work this time. My work is getting better, but does it apply? It's less sloppy, esp. emotionally, but would it matter?
I love this city, Columbus. My head is clearer out here. Everyone sucks at driving in Ohio, but there's less snow. It's warmer; people are less disparaging. Kind of like the Portland of the Midwest in a way, I think.
I played my cards exactly right. This is what I needed to do to get out of those patterns. I've embraced my faults, and I have no regrets. I'm sorry about the people I hurt, but it all happened by default. Not that my choices were inevitable. I just did what I needed to do. I'm still pretty allergic to distance relationships, but I know why, and that's all that matters. And it's not really the big deep wound that I always thought; although the scars have their place, I can work around them now.
I...just need to be where my feet are. That's probably the most authentic statement you'll hear from me.
So I'm auditioning for an alternative rock band tonight. I emailed this dude who put an ad up on Craigslist, and he hit me back within the hour. I'm showing up at their band practice tonight at 7 with my Yamaha.
I've been practicing, and my voice is actually starting to come back, so tonight might not be horrible. I took it slow through Op. 79 last night, both hands separately. Just getting the notes even, attacking boldly. I tired quickly, but I could tell I'm getting stronger with all the Hanon exercises.
There's a small start-up church who is looking for someone to do exactly what I've been doing for the last three years, just one leader, doing stuff from Rend Collective, Hillsong, etc. It pays, only 4 hours a week, and I can't do it for less than $25/hour. (Anything less would be a pay cut from my last job.) Well, actually, I'd probably do it for less. Need to start experimenting with leadership skills. Need to start getting better. Not because I want to lead a mega-church, but because I want to connect with people. To make them feel something. Invite them into the experience.
At any rate. One step at a time. I think I wanna check them out on Sunday.
this was gonna be a fb status but I was worried people would think I was more than 30% serious
What the fuck am I supposed to do about this amber alert from five counties away? I'd have already called the cops if I saw someone that dark skinned in my neighborhood this time of night, I don't need an amber alert.