trust self. no matter what.
trust self. no matter what.
trust self. no matter what.
trust self. no matter what.
TRUST SELF NO MATTER WHAT!!!!!
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authenticness is liked by me, gotta do it
it seems I’ve gotta make my own little world, full of as many
authentic, bright and creative, non-sellout, interesting people as possible,
and some others too.
Haven’t I already been doing this forever?
gotta keep going and self-doubt less, it seems.
ONWARD
(see? very helpful, therapy is.)
trust self
I would resent less a world
I shall say, I resent VERY deeply that so many people are either
not authentic or
not very bright or
sellouts,
or just bloody boring.
good thing I’m not:)
so many ideas and goals, have I
I’ve SO. MANY.
goals and Ideas I want to do, but doing day-to-day things get in the way of them so often, as does procrastinating said day-to-day thing. (I don’t even have that many day-to-day things, Imagine being married, a parent…)
I lose track of them.
writing them down doesn’t help “much”, I misplace the things they are written on, particular if they are written in a computer.
I don’t know often HOW to work towards such things, (often the way that seems logical to ME, is lambasted by others (but what do they know, indeed (but too often, I give them my thoughts, and end up self-underminging my own instincts, getting all stressed…)
then I calm down, reconnect (ahhh, one of those elusive words that yoga people and hippies use) with myself, and my own instincts, and then repeat, but there so many of them.
I do need better habits.
I’ve had good habits for two days.
there are just so many of these nifty goals and ideas…. they are chaos, they overwhelm. I shall not be told that I must go against my own instincts in the HOW TO advice from others who do not understand what being me is all about.
if any of you friends are or are to be my “partners” in such ventures, I ask you to get together with me often, so we can do these things.
crawling before walking “is” true, but
it seems as I become older, that I somehow DO see more and more that “doing the basics” and not moving beyond where you can handle, when it comes to learning music, (and everything, (such as me learning how to “have relationships (which frankly, we’ve not even beGUN, I’m still in the “I like myself, I deserve to be happy” phase…)
is wise….
you really DO need to crawl before you can walk.
unless you are super gifted and insane, like Anakin…
so in THAT case, one size does NOT fit ALL, just many.
don’t ignore the exceptions.
(that, ignoring the exceptions, has LONG been my Major concern, it is merely occurring to me, an obviousness, that most people are not in fact exceptions.)
but some of us (like me) are. at least sometimes.
surprisingly calm=coffee+schoenberg+nerves
surprisingly calm, given that I’ve had coffee and am nervous about a concert in the morning…
perhaps it’s the schoenberg on repeat
community, connection, Love?
I wonder if community, connection, and Love, are truly the most important things…
just some thoughts,
-wistfully somewhere in Orange County…
WHO’S an introvert (and also NOT one)
dear self, let’s make a list of
either/or
1. people that I am actually comfortable around, and/or
2. people that I may not be comfortable around but their presence, combined with mine, results in so much funny and fun high stimulation that I cease to be aware that I may in fact still be uncomfortable.
that is a very few people indeed.
LAUNDRY!…of all things, yes
wish I could do my laundry EVERY morning; perhaps that’s why I feel good today. and believe you me: I have so much laundry, and almost ALL of it has been dirty for MONTHS…. that for the next few WEEKS, I CAN do laundry EVERY morning…
you know, in the Marx. Bros. film A NIGHT IN CASABLANCA, Groucho, on taking a new job as the manager of the Hotel Casablanca, asks his helper-outters
“what about my laundry?”
“Laundry?”
“yes, you know, the stuff that doesn’t come back.”
“Oh, we pick up your laundry once a month!”
“… if you wait THAT long, you won’t be ABLE to pick it up…”
😉
maybe OTHERS live in a mind-made prison…
today, I feel that it’s not I but
OTHERS
yes,
who live in a mind-made prison:)
trust my own instincts. yes that.