I love easily and intensely. Once you’re in my heart (as a friend, as a lover, as a member of my blood or various adopted families), you tend to stay there.
Tell the people you love how you feel. Show each other kindness. Only good can come of it.
Tonight I recorded what will hopefully be the first episode of a new podcast with my friend, Johnny about living with anxiety.
As we were recording it I thought, “Gee, I actually haven’t been feeling that much anxiety lately. Maybe I shouldn’t even be talking about this.”
Trigger two days of the most intense anxiety I’ve felt in months.
Thanks, brain.
To be clear: Seurat and I have basically nothing in common. I am hardly an introvert and I am certainly not on that level of genius, but the themes of being separated by your overactive mind from the people around you, of finding something true to make and believe in, every single lyric to “Move On,” … this show helped me change my life. If you’re not familiar with it, go track it down.
Actually, I ended up running late to work the next day so … a little regret.
Sometimes I forget that my body reacts differently to things at 210 pounds than it did at 310 pounds.
On the one hand, this feels like an epiphany and on the other it seems like common sense.
This dream became strangely prophetic as it turns out that whatever illness I may have originally had, this particular set of problems was caused by an abscess.
Am I in tune with my body or have dream, reality, and my work mingled somehow? Does it matter?
My moods can go up and down from one day to the next, but I keep on going. You can, too.
I am the protagonist of this particular story, thank you very much.
Those were some really, really good cookies.
The line between having self-awareness and a willingness to question your own motives and just being crippled by obsessive self-doubt is a fine one.