getting my fill in Random Thoughts
Revised: 11/28/2016 7:26 p.m.
- Nov. 26, 2016, 8:43 p.m.
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I had ideas for a journal entry as i left therapy this morning. Ah. Here it is:
sitting with it.
but i already titled my entry, though as of yet there is not connection to the content.
- sitting with my sadness. feeling it in my bones and allowing it to be.
my sadness is partly because of the absence of family. my sister-husband-niece-nephew were here for three nights, making my house messy and warm and full of love. B is 7 and A is 4. A is a strong-willed young lady, full of feisty personality. B is a boy’s boy and is just learning to play board games with the adults. He played Settler’s of Catan as a team
Its ok to be sad.
- startling (haha) news. in therapy today i mentioned that i am very sensitive to noise and that when i am very relaxed or calm (i.e. meditation) that sounds hurt me. i feel them. my therapist said that makes sense given my background. as a young child i had to be on alert and aware all the time.
sometimes i wish i could record our conversations
no apologies offered, just a recognition that i can’t seem to consistently capitalize the beginnings of sentences. I rarely capitalize the word i when it is in the middle of a sentence.
my thoughts. were. i might pour, liquefy, immerse, .... , my words here. but, they do not want to be. that is ok. i have yoga and meditation so i can get back to my ritual.
I am going to get a roommate starting in December. He wants to live in the basement. He is going to pay me $1500 up front (i am asking $450 a month) so that i can get the plumbing completed in the downstairs bathroom.
I have a new (to me) vintage Duncan Phyph style dining table that i love. My floors are done. Now i can put my house together.
I have a date tomorrow. 1pm. Pinball. He approached me on okcupid and i think i could fall in love with him based on his profile and language. I have a soft spot for language, humour, intelligence. You can woo me so easily. That’s how Kevin got me.
Ian is a photographer in Portland. A school bus driver. A connoisseur of vintage motor scooters. A lover of music. He definitely looks like an older (47, i like’em older!) Portland hipster. I have a feeling about this one, but i can’t suss out whether its good or bad. Dangerous somehow.
More to come.
Last updated November 28, 2016
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