Surely this is a repost, but this song popped into my head this AM and required some attention. It’s perfect. As I cuddle my cup of coffee this morning, sort through the thoughts in my head… I see that calm grooves are the best complement. Sorry Taylor Swift, I do like to dance, but for now… let’s mellow it out.
Hey Everyone - Stephen has been training his ass off for months… and has super dedicated his life to prepping for his triathlon with Team in Training to help bring awareness to and help fight blood cancer.
He has 1 day left to fundraise $700 to meet his goal and every bit counts. Please donate if you feel that you can — $25 will go a long way — if only 28 of my followers donate… he will have reached his goal! Then all he has to do is kill the Pacific Grove Tri. ;)
Just ran into an old professor from undergrad and he said “I’m glad your life turned out fine” and it struck me that I might have sounded slightly displeased. Instantly I laughed and said, “It turned out more than fine, it’s great.”
Because it is. Definitely need to keep on striving but for the right reasons — knowing life is pretty freaking awesome right now. :)
“Among Tinder’s most intoxicating assets is the illusion it creates of a never-ending supply of eligible dates. Sorting dates has become my go-to tool for cell-phone procrastination and entertaining myself while in line at Duane Reade. Before dating apps, I used those moments to browse Twitter, text my mom, and learn languages on DuoLingo. Now I just rate men. I rate men when I wake up in the morning. I rate men before I go to bed at night. I reject men at the bus stop. I block boring conversationalists between courses at dinner. It’s not that I’m disproportionately desirable on Tinder; at least as many men, if not more, have dropped conversations with me than I have with them. It’s a rejection free-for-all.”—
“Of all the liars in the world, sometimes the worst are our own fears.”—
What was best for me I didn’t want. Although I knew logically that protecting myself and choosing happiness was the best option, it was the long term choice of best fit. In the short term, protecting myself was to stay where I was and happiness was with him. But he did not fit me and I did not fit him and maybe we did at one moment, but those moments fade. The strong ones stay and the real effort comes through both parties, not just one and they mirror each other — it’s not a constant blood draw from one heart to another. So I lied to myself until I could lie no longer; that the fear of not having happiness and love condemned me to a fraudulent love and in this, there is no happiness.
When screams start coming through the walls and you’re not sure if it’s any of the three:
a murder in progress
So you sit there, turn your music down a couple decibels and think to yourself “Is that too high pitched? Would someone scream words in a murder scene or just shout randomly? Is that pounding of play or of running away because of sudden death and necessary escape?”
I mean, you really have to think it through and reach a point where you’re OK turning your music back up and going on with your day, complicit in whatever random and strange activity your neighbors may or may not be involved in…