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Feeling very accomplished.
1. I managed to get up early and do my laundry at 6 AM. (Only to dose off after I completed the laundry, to the Bear on Hulu.)
2. Finished "X-Men Red" - which is kind of a Game of Thrones with mutant super powered beings and aliens. ( Read more... )
Digital comics via comixcology are great - you get them at a discount, and don't have to store them anywhere.
3. Finished Moonlighting : An Oral History - which is a good take on the creative process behind putting a television show on the air, and how it can fall apart. The book details the in's and out's of the production, writing, etc through all five seasons. I didn't realize it made it through five seasons. Why they expected it to last long is beyond me - it's very hard to push past five seasons. Considering Moonlighting had troubles getting more than fourteen episodes in the can each season - I'm amazed it made it to five.
( Spoilers )
Now, I'm listening to Dying Politely by Geena Davis or her autobiography. So far, I'm enjoying it more. Davis is a better narrator. Also, I kind of identify with her - she's tall like I am, and like myself - highly imaginative. She also imagined a multitude of monsters that she had to fight off nightly. There was the monster under the bed. The monster at the foot of the bed. The monster in the closet. The monster behind the door. And the monster in my head. And it was exhausting fighting them all off. As a result? I didn't sleep well as a kid and spent a lot of time in my parents bed. I even slept on the floor next to their bed - if my brother got there first. My brother apparently had similar issues - because he went there too - we'd compete. Good news, they had space, it was King Size bed. If Dad was out of town, we were both in there with mother.
Poltergiest and Jaws, resulted in us sharing mother's bed.
Being imaginative is not always a lovely thing. It's why I avoid horror films. I have a visual memory and I'm imaginative. The Haunting of Hill House plagued me for weeks. So did, Bly House.
4. Finished cleaning out my refrigerator. I decided to do it one shelf at a time. It was hard work. Took two hours. I had to prop the refrigerator door open, and pull out shelves to clean them. Also throw out a lot of stuff. I hate cleaning out the fridge. Anything is better than that. Anything.
But hey, it's done.
5. Also created two vision boards, or whatever they are called. Don't laugh. It's an exercise in the Artist Way Book that I'd been avoiding. You cut up an old magazine and put together a vision board with the pictures of the places you want to go to, houses or places you want to live, things you wish for, etc.
Considering how hard it is to find magazines nowadays, the fact I could put it together at all is kind of amazing. Also I hate doing collages - I kind of suck at it. Always have. Cutting and pasting and arranging is not my thing.
But I was able to find a National Geographic magazine on Destinations, and two mags on houses, and furnishings. One had a lot of nice sayings about patience.
Here's a few of them:
( I'm learning we can have all sorts of endings... )
* ( slow tick of patience isn't easy in a fast paced world )
* ( We believe... )
* ( patience is not defined as waiting politely )
* ( The stories we'll someday tell are being written )
* ( my life is richer when I did things that weren't my strengths.. )
"If patience is hard, you can just walk away. Be by yourself and just think about it awhile." So I try to do that.
My vision boards contained pictures of castles, mountains, Macchu Pichue, Egyptian Statues built into rock, kitches, bookshelves, two lovely houses with outdoor pools, a garden, trees, water and sunset. And two loving couples.
I found the exercise oddly helpful in an unexpected way (it surprised me, I'd been rather resistant and snarky about it). It helped focus myself or rather my energy in a more positive direction and past a kind of mundane ambivalence. I felt excited. Hopeful.
I've kind of shut down what I want or dream for fear of never finding or obtaining it. I fear I've sunk into cynicism over the past few years as a result of varied disappointments, and it doesn't suit me, it's itchy and uncomfortable and kind of isolating. And dreaming is part of living. Wishing upon a star. Hoping for better tomorrows. Optimism. Without these things - we spend far too much time in the shadows, in the parts in-between, floating, trying not to drown.
1. I managed to get up early and do my laundry at 6 AM. (Only to dose off after I completed the laundry, to the Bear on Hulu.)
2. Finished "X-Men Red" - which is kind of a Game of Thrones with mutant super powered beings and aliens. ( Read more... )
Digital comics via comixcology are great - you get them at a discount, and don't have to store them anywhere.
3. Finished Moonlighting : An Oral History - which is a good take on the creative process behind putting a television show on the air, and how it can fall apart. The book details the in's and out's of the production, writing, etc through all five seasons. I didn't realize it made it through five seasons. Why they expected it to last long is beyond me - it's very hard to push past five seasons. Considering Moonlighting had troubles getting more than fourteen episodes in the can each season - I'm amazed it made it to five.
( Spoilers )
Now, I'm listening to Dying Politely by Geena Davis or her autobiography. So far, I'm enjoying it more. Davis is a better narrator. Also, I kind of identify with her - she's tall like I am, and like myself - highly imaginative. She also imagined a multitude of monsters that she had to fight off nightly. There was the monster under the bed. The monster at the foot of the bed. The monster in the closet. The monster behind the door. And the monster in my head. And it was exhausting fighting them all off. As a result? I didn't sleep well as a kid and spent a lot of time in my parents bed. I even slept on the floor next to their bed - if my brother got there first. My brother apparently had similar issues - because he went there too - we'd compete. Good news, they had space, it was King Size bed. If Dad was out of town, we were both in there with mother.
Poltergiest and Jaws, resulted in us sharing mother's bed.
Being imaginative is not always a lovely thing. It's why I avoid horror films. I have a visual memory and I'm imaginative. The Haunting of Hill House plagued me for weeks. So did, Bly House.
4. Finished cleaning out my refrigerator. I decided to do it one shelf at a time. It was hard work. Took two hours. I had to prop the refrigerator door open, and pull out shelves to clean them. Also throw out a lot of stuff. I hate cleaning out the fridge. Anything is better than that. Anything.
But hey, it's done.
5. Also created two vision boards, or whatever they are called. Don't laugh. It's an exercise in the Artist Way Book that I'd been avoiding. You cut up an old magazine and put together a vision board with the pictures of the places you want to go to, houses or places you want to live, things you wish for, etc.
Considering how hard it is to find magazines nowadays, the fact I could put it together at all is kind of amazing. Also I hate doing collages - I kind of suck at it. Always have. Cutting and pasting and arranging is not my thing.
But I was able to find a National Geographic magazine on Destinations, and two mags on houses, and furnishings. One had a lot of nice sayings about patience.
Here's a few of them:
( I'm learning we can have all sorts of endings... )
* ( slow tick of patience isn't easy in a fast paced world )
* ( We believe... )
* ( patience is not defined as waiting politely )
* ( The stories we'll someday tell are being written )
* ( my life is richer when I did things that weren't my strengths.. )
"If patience is hard, you can just walk away. Be by yourself and just think about it awhile." So I try to do that.
My vision boards contained pictures of castles, mountains, Macchu Pichue, Egyptian Statues built into rock, kitches, bookshelves, two lovely houses with outdoor pools, a garden, trees, water and sunset. And two loving couples.
I found the exercise oddly helpful in an unexpected way (it surprised me, I'd been rather resistant and snarky about it). It helped focus myself or rather my energy in a more positive direction and past a kind of mundane ambivalence. I felt excited. Hopeful.
I've kind of shut down what I want or dream for fear of never finding or obtaining it. I fear I've sunk into cynicism over the past few years as a result of varied disappointments, and it doesn't suit me, it's itchy and uncomfortable and kind of isolating. And dreaming is part of living. Wishing upon a star. Hoping for better tomorrows. Optimism. Without these things - we spend far too much time in the shadows, in the parts in-between, floating, trying not to drown.
