Point on when you said we torture ourselves way more than we would ever torture anyone else. Makes no sense why we do this really but it is true. It happens. Note to self. Work on not doing this.
Some of my favorite things would be in this fictitious band. Let me see. There would be a small flock of feminists making amazing music together and doing a tour at intimate venues. Ahhhh my dream concert…..well unless Stevie joined you then I would never ever need to see another concert in my life🤷♀️ In fact I would never even need a bucket list🦋
This is one reason that I adore you: you're not afraid to share how your mind thinks of all this (I hope I don't get in trouble here?) shit, and how you deal with it. Also it makes me know that I'm not alone in having a mind that is filled with a lot of ( here's that word) shit that at times seems destructive or at least not helpful. But I appreciate your idea of the timer. Good idea. I hope this comes off right
I need to implement your timer idea. Time management can be a challenge, especially when I work from home. Thank you for the idea. P.S. I love Arthur the lamp, so unique, so YOU! 😎
I still wear a watch, mostly so I don't miss "Soul Soothing Sundays". I'm retired, so time means very little to me, especially during this covid bruhaha... I don't know you personally, but I listen when you speak. Your words and thoughts provide a deep feeling for me, in this world of the superfluous. We all have our own inner critic; yours seems particularly harsh. I wouldn't pay it too much mind. It's not real and has no substance. The real story of you isn't finished yet. To paraphrase: "The best is yet to come."
I finally ordered some artwork I have been following for a long, long time.
It arrived in a box with those pesky little packing peanuts. I opened the box outside with so much excitement. Those things spilled out everywhere as a dug in for the artwork.
I tried so hard not to spill them. I failed. I am still finding packing peanuts two weeks later. In the plant beds , the pea stone, the lawn… I failed cleaning them all up. And, it bugs my brain every time I find a stray.
Tim Cotterill aka The Frogman
He’s the artist.
Something good came out of those pesky peanuts…but still, why did it have to be the peanuts??
I booked the Catalina trip today. I also booked a colonoscopy. I guess I was in the mood to get some order. I hate not being able to find anything. I lost my phone. Then I couldn’t find my keys. The Tile. I can’t imagine how I existed before those appeared. So then I had to ask my iPad to find my iPhone so then I could then activate my tile on my keys. I should probably be sleeping. Or swimming. It’s still 100 degrees out. The dogs gave me that look so I took them out in the rain. We walked for a spell. The neighborhood kid came over to pet the cat. My cat hates strangers and hid. I did my best to convince her that she’s like that with anyone new. I could see she took it personally. I didn’t have a chance to prepare the house for a 10 year old. I tossed a shoe over the hairball and tried to hide the rolling tray. Of course she saw me do it and asked why. I’m not as sly as I used to be. Fucking menopause has made me so common.
First of all, your post made me laugh, so I’m in a better mood already. The idea of a timer and pencil was freaking me out. I just bought a pack of “Schitt’s Creek” colored pencils and I’ll try to put them to good use. I guess we’re all thinking a lot about “shit” today!! The other thing that’s freaking me out is the memo I just got from work. I’m working outdoors this summer and we no longer have to wear our masks. Not sure I like that…it still gives me a sense of security and it was convenient to hide from the public that way. I was getting used to the anonymity factor and not having to wear make-up. Also, the protective layer was a way to make me feel like I could say more about what was on mind, when I actually did speak to anyone. It’s another thing to get used to and it’s amazing how the pandemic has changed us. I’m out of time…
Allison--Did you mean to say "mediation" or "meditation" in your post? Either way, it's fitting because we try to negotiate with ourselves all the time on order to rationalize and/or reconcile our cognitive-dissonance. It's all part of self-torture, which rages against the new buzz word self-care.
Point on when you said we torture ourselves way more than we would ever torture anyone else. Makes no sense why we do this really but it is true. It happens. Note to self. Work on not doing this.
Ya know?
Question…
Have you ever considered starting or being part of a “Highway Women” type band? How amazing would that be!
No. I can think of about 50,000 things I'd rather do than start any kind of band.
Robbie Taylorjust now
Some of my favorite things would be in this fictitious band. Let me see. There would be a small flock of feminists making amazing music together and doing a tour at intimate venues. Ahhhh my dream concert…..well unless Stevie joined you then I would never ever need to see another concert in my life🤷♀️ In fact I would never even need a bucket list🦋
This is one reason that I adore you: you're not afraid to share how your mind thinks of all this (I hope I don't get in trouble here?) shit, and how you deal with it. Also it makes me know that I'm not alone in having a mind that is filled with a lot of ( here's that word) shit that at times seems destructive or at least not helpful. But I appreciate your idea of the timer. Good idea. I hope this comes off right
That's why it's good to do these exercises — to clear it all out at least for a minute.
I need to implement your timer idea. Time management can be a challenge, especially when I work from home. Thank you for the idea. P.S. I love Arthur the lamp, so unique, so YOU! 😎
You're welcome! And thank you.
Thanks for reminding me to set my timer.
I still wear a watch, mostly so I don't miss "Soul Soothing Sundays". I'm retired, so time means very little to me, especially during this covid bruhaha... I don't know you personally, but I listen when you speak. Your words and thoughts provide a deep feeling for me, in this world of the superfluous. We all have our own inner critic; yours seems particularly harsh. I wouldn't pay it too much mind. It's not real and has no substance. The real story of you isn't finished yet. To paraphrase: "The best is yet to come."
Thank you.
Packing peanuts.
I finally ordered some artwork I have been following for a long, long time.
It arrived in a box with those pesky little packing peanuts. I opened the box outside with so much excitement. Those things spilled out everywhere as a dug in for the artwork.
I tried so hard not to spill them. I failed. I am still finding packing peanuts two weeks later. In the plant beds , the pea stone, the lawn… I failed cleaning them all up. And, it bugs my brain every time I find a stray.
Tim Cotterill aka The Frogman
He’s the artist.
Something good came out of those pesky peanuts…but still, why did it have to be the peanuts??
The awful peanuts.
I so appreciate you. You have no idea. ❤️🙏
I booked the Catalina trip today. I also booked a colonoscopy. I guess I was in the mood to get some order. I hate not being able to find anything. I lost my phone. Then I couldn’t find my keys. The Tile. I can’t imagine how I existed before those appeared. So then I had to ask my iPad to find my iPhone so then I could then activate my tile on my keys. I should probably be sleeping. Or swimming. It’s still 100 degrees out. The dogs gave me that look so I took them out in the rain. We walked for a spell. The neighborhood kid came over to pet the cat. My cat hates strangers and hid. I did my best to convince her that she’s like that with anyone new. I could see she took it personally. I didn’t have a chance to prepare the house for a 10 year old. I tossed a shoe over the hairball and tried to hide the rolling tray. Of course she saw me do it and asked why. I’m not as sly as I used to be. Fucking menopause has made me so common.
Good one.
Only we know our capabilities to truly torture ourselves. If people heard the thoughts they would run screaming into the night. Why do we do it, AM?
First of all, your post made me laugh, so I’m in a better mood already. The idea of a timer and pencil was freaking me out. I just bought a pack of “Schitt’s Creek” colored pencils and I’ll try to put them to good use. I guess we’re all thinking a lot about “shit” today!! The other thing that’s freaking me out is the memo I just got from work. I’m working outdoors this summer and we no longer have to wear our masks. Not sure I like that…it still gives me a sense of security and it was convenient to hide from the public that way. I was getting used to the anonymity factor and not having to wear make-up. Also, the protective layer was a way to make me feel like I could say more about what was on mind, when I actually did speak to anyone. It’s another thing to get used to and it’s amazing how the pandemic has changed us. I’m out of time…
Allison--Did you mean to say "mediation" or "meditation" in your post? Either way, it's fitting because we try to negotiate with ourselves all the time on order to rationalize and/or reconcile our cognitive-dissonance. It's all part of self-torture, which rages against the new buzz word self-care.