messages from the universe
It's not been an ideal start to the week, I'll say that. Certainly not the worst week -- that honor is split between the Week of Endless Exes (June 2005) and the Sleepless Scary Flatmate Week (September 2003) -- but pretty grim: getting let down, however thoughtful the other person tries to be, is never really that fun. I've also realized that I've been hemorrhaging money in a pretty serious way (the nadir would be a thirty dollar impulse purchase of Prince Williams' 21st -birthday commemorative stamps on Ebay -- I simply must stop buying things in pounds off Ebay! But I'd just read a piece in Granta about stamps ... Gah!)
At any rate, I'm ready for a do-over; I'm ready for some joie de fucking vie.
Off to a late start to Dupont for my work study & decided to go whole hog on the self-loathing with a cigarette for breakfast. Walking past CHC, a man stopped to bum a cigarette from me. He looked a bit the worse for wear -- not so many teeth and some sort of elaborate head adornment that may or may not have been intended to repel aliens -- but he was polite and he called me "dear" which certainly is not the worst diminutive I've heard. He asked me how my day was going, and I hesitated (despite feeling grumptastic, I did, after all, wake up in my own warm bed, in a secure house with food available to me, which I was assuming may not have been his case) and he just looked at me and said, "Hey, it is what it is."
It didn't exactly stop me dead in my tracks, but it did strike me as something I really needed to hear. It is what it is: this day, this week, this particular space I am choosing to inhabit at this moment.
Then on my way back from the studio and rescuing my bank card from the ATM I'd left it in the night before, I saw one of my most fave graffitoes: Dream More Work Less. Which is, I suppose, both an affirmation and an exhortation.
At any rate, I'm ready for a do-over; I'm ready for some joie de fucking vie.
Off to a late start to Dupont for my work study & decided to go whole hog on the self-loathing with a cigarette for breakfast. Walking past CHC, a man stopped to bum a cigarette from me. He looked a bit the worse for wear -- not so many teeth and some sort of elaborate head adornment that may or may not have been intended to repel aliens -- but he was polite and he called me "dear" which certainly is not the worst diminutive I've heard. He asked me how my day was going, and I hesitated (despite feeling grumptastic, I did, after all, wake up in my own warm bed, in a secure house with food available to me, which I was assuming may not have been his case) and he just looked at me and said, "Hey, it is what it is."
It didn't exactly stop me dead in my tracks, but it did strike me as something I really needed to hear. It is what it is: this day, this week, this particular space I am choosing to inhabit at this moment.
Then on my way back from the studio and rescuing my bank card from the ATM I'd left it in the night before, I saw one of my most fave graffitoes: Dream More Work Less. Which is, I suppose, both an affirmation and an exhortation.
posted by Hannah at 10:33 PM
2 Comments:
words of wisdom from the panhandler... sounds like a Bill Murray moment...or Silent Bob?
Or Thich Nhat Hanh.
Stamp collecting is good therapy - art in minature.
I've found that to deliberately spend one day a week, without spending any money, no matter what I see, need or want, is a good way to start to gain control over impulse buys in general...its pretty disorienting but liberating too. Just make it a goal, like every Sunday or whatever. And let your admiring public know.
Check out this website - it seems right up your alley:
http://www.escapeartist.com/jobs/overseas1.htm
have you thought of getting a TEOFL certificate? You'd be wonderful!
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