when i woke up,
i realized it was only a dream.
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This week we're going on a diet. All of us.
But this is a diet of a different kind. We're
going to regulate the habit of unhappiness.
{ John Mayer }
But this is a diet of a different kind. We're
going to regulate the habit of unhappiness.
{ John Mayer }
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so maybe a bad day is just and only that: a bad day. maybe it doesn't have a universal psychological cause. maybe it's not linked to my personal circumstances. maybe it's just that some days suck because they do. if i attribute every hard day i have to something that's happened to me, isn't that rather self-centered?
so maybe the world has come off its axis just slightly. maybe the trade winds were interrupted by a massive fume-spewing airplane. maybe the jet stream is as tired of being the bearer of bad news and bad weather as we are tired of the bad news and the bad weather.
on the next bad day i will acknowledge the badness, acknowledge my subsequent emotions, and then dismiss the former as not powerful enough to utterly ruin the latter.
i will try
if you will help me.
all will be well
even after all the promises you've broken to yourself
all will be well
you can ask me how,
but only time will tell.
{ gabe dixon band }
even after all the promises you've broken to yourself
all will be well
you can ask me how,
but only time will tell.
{ gabe dixon band }
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Laurence
Laurence
3 comments:
...every day...
is a good day to dance...
We all need to mourn loss. The period of mourning is usually in proportion to the magnitude of the loss. It's okay to feel bad. Sometimes I find I need to give myself permission to FEEL REALLY BAD.
But, as we continue with life, we must keep putting feet in front of the other. These are the times I throw myself into doing activities for other people. My shadow still follows me around. Occasionally it envelopes me even in the midst of the joy of giving. But, sometimes the shadow thins and I can get glimpses of my life without the shadow...well, maybe life with the shadow kept in check.
And on the happier side: what Nancy said. :-)
You wrote this on Tuesday... That day I awoke, sticky with anxiety, with too many plans and the fear that I would not be able to accomplish them all. I was all over in the studio, some good, some bad, some just lost. Good opportunities kept arising, but I just couldn't grasp on to them. It was a tricky day, with no reason to be so.
I was there with you, down in the trenches. I miss you my friend, then and today.
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