I’ve been listening to this song on endless repeat lately:
This week has been filled with partner and non-partner yoga, and it’s brought up a lot of emotional stuff.
Mostly I feel empty and open. And sort of peaceful.
And I feel like being alone and just thinking about me.
And I know I’m not ready for any sort of serious relationship. I have a lot of stuff and growing to do still.
You know what always makes my day?
Seeing all the hits I get from people searching on the phrase “benefits of androgyny.” Thanks to a post about scoring extra turkey after being sir’ed in a food court, I’m number 2 in Google search results!
Hurrah!
It’s nice to feel tops in something after not doing as well as I wanted to on a final today. I take responsibility for not studying as much as I should have. I prioritized working on a group project over my final, and well, I have to be okay with that. I didn’t do terrible, but I sense a B+ rather than an A.
Maybe it was obvious, maybe it wasn’t, but in October I had a hurt-y experience with someone. I let my little fledgeling fragile heart loose, and it got caught in some ickiness.
And I think my unconscious is finally letting it go because I dreamt about it last night.
There was a slight confrontation, which ended with the other person staring searchingly into my eyes and telling me that I have the palest eyes he has ever seen.
Which doesn’t make much sense because we all know I have black eyes.
Dreams.
******
In other news, the semester is winding down with much craziness. Everything is due at once, there are a couple of finals next week, and people keep giving us new assignments.
The semester has flown by with much activity. I enjoyed it, and I think I’ll enjoy next semester even more.
Human cadaver lab, here I come!
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And, a couple of weeks ago I was lucky to see the Carolina Chocolate Drops perform at the Sheldon (thanks to a friend who works at KDHX!). It was awesome to see this guy play the bones:
Last night I dreamt that a friend and I were to appear on Good Morning America with none other than the president. The reason behind it seemed unclear even in my dream.
However, it was quite clear that Obama sat between my friend and me on the pre-show couch, and I found his hand making its way up my thigh.
This development found no protest from me.
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I also had night sweats for the first time since getting off citalopram.
That development was met with cursing protests from me. Four times I woke up in drippy disgust.
I’m hoping this was due to an anomaly in internal body temperature or my hot presidential dream, and not a new trend.
Blargh, tiredness.
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I also dreamt that Scout shat on me.
Which sounds about right.
I feel bad that she’s so alone, but she’s such a jerk. Porkchop tried incorporating Scout into her flock, and it was a bit of a disaster.
Porkchop’s hens welcomed Scout into their coop, and Scout reciprocated by pecking their eyes.
Such an ungrateful little hen.
I’ve been listening to this song obsessively lately:
When I have a break between classes, I plug my earphones in and traipse around the CWE, half whistling along.
My school program is an intensely overstimulating social one. There is group project after partner project after community project. And while I like most of my schoolmates, my little introverted self gets so exhausted.
Sometimes I just need a song, a sidewalk, and a stroll.
Here’s a summary of highlights from my school week so far:
My cooking lab starts next week, so I’ll be doing some soul food research.
Yo, it’s rough.
(Just to be clear, we also do hard things in the midst of this fun. I’m actually pretty stressed out about the rest of this month. I mean, my gosh, juggling is hard to master.)
Melt is a new-ish place in the Carondelet area, and I suggest you check it out.
They serve:
In sum: all of the good things.
Gluten-free turtle waffle!
What more could you want, really?
Argh, matey!
I always think it’s strange when people ask me questions like What are you looking for in someone? or What sort of relationship do you want?
When I’m by myself, I’m okay with just that. But when I’m around other people who pepper me with questions, it starts to make me feel like I shouldn’t be okay with it. Like I should be looking for Something Big and not happy with being on my own.
I start to feel ungrounded.
I’m looking for me to be grateful, happy, resilient, at ease, and at peace. I want a relationship with myself in which I’m honest, trustworthy, and respectful.
And I think that’s more than enough.
Sometimes it still weirds me out that my life right now is so different from the life I had a couple of years.
Minus some unsettledness I experienced recently, I’m stretching out into it.
I’ve always had a desire for emotional safety and comfort in my life, driven from a rather tumultuous childhood spent around mercurial temperaments and other dysfunctions. While I have this safety and comfort again now, it is in very different forms and packages, and it takes some getting used to.
I’m slow to adjust sometimes, but I truly do like this life.
And this song.
Other Good Things
Quinoa chocolate cake in cupcake form (and with agave instead of sugar).
Heck yeah.
Totally good.
There’s something about this combination of being in school and kicking down a leaf-strewn sidewalk while drinking hot tea and wearing a scarf that transports me to my undergrad years in Columbia.
Or maybe it’s this feeling of wide-openness in my life right now that takes me back.
In any case, I’ve been listening to old school Ani recently, which I haven’t done in 12 years or so. And I think about friends, the fall, coffee, writing, of feeling close and feeling open.
