i’m sitting in my living room currently with three kids around me, all plugged into various screens, even the six year old. and i am typing, while watching Airplane. I had them all in it with me, for about six minutes.
There are 100 things i love about this movie.
and i’m sitting on the dog’s bed*, so he is lying next to me licking my foot until i scream and get the hell out of his space.
*dog’s bed being a completely original way of saying beanbag chair, intended for humans.
God Bless Kareem Abdul-Jabar. I mean, Roger Murdock.
and then, Ethel Merman.
I’m smitten with the casual cruelty and egalitarian roasting. no one is safe. and yet, it manages to not be aggressive. how does it do that? and, if i weren’t a white girl from the country, would i still think this? i mean, its certainly offensive. but is it?
part of what made me write today was a thought that flashed through my brain while watching Elaine dance to Staying Alive. ‘I wish i was taller’.
Ok now. So, I am 45 years old. My last growth spurt was a while ago. I don’t need to be anything other than I am. ever. right?
As part of the crackhead mood i”ve been in for the past week, I’ve lost all my ground. And, a lovely friend (@hannahmarcotti) said it today, in terms of my doubt, that doubt is really an inability to be present.
and its doubt that is making me lose my ground. doubt in my own instincts, not knowing the difference between fears based on baggage and fears based on intuition, just the wild uncertainty of everything.
I’m laughing out loud, all by myself because a spear just hit a map in the background. thank you very much.
I love the utter ridiculousness of it.
and i’m whacked. doubting myself like crazy pants, and knowing that intuition is a tough one for me, and i relate it to my belief systems in marriage. . . and i’ve got to figure out what i’m going to do with all my baggage, because i’d like to walk with a slightly lighter step.
and when one decides to look directly at a problem like this: what does it look like?
I’m going to start with some byron katie work. I’m familiar with this process as i’ve been through it with Chakra Carol in years past.
its a thought re-conditioning sort of thing. i’m taking the kids to the Cape on Monday and I’m going to force myself to get up early and write in the mornings, and i’m dealing with this shit like throwing bricks. obvious and hard.
i am pretty damn sure its just a step in the road, but fuck it.