You Shouldn't Say That
The (presently) disorganized musings of a self deprecating 20-something.
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COMMUNITY
More Ketchup Please!
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
December 5 – Let Go.
What (or whom) did you let go of this year? Why?
It's bed time, so let's make this snappy. I may come back and edit this into something more substantial later. For now it's going to be an indulgent run on sentence. Or a really long list of naval gazing.
I let go of the idea of what I thought I had to be to be good enough for him.
I let go of City #2.
(Which was part of what I thought I had to be to be good enough for him.)
I [almost entirely] let go of wanting to be good enough for him.
I let go of feeling like my exes were worth their trouble.
I let go of what I thought I had to be to be good enough for everytone else. A little bit. (You know what? I HATE apartments, I HATE living too far from my family and I think that many trendy big cities are too impressed with themselves, and that injures their capacity for actual community.)
I let go of my libido. This is not a good thing. I miss it a lot.
I let go of both of them. It hasn't been easy, and I'm embarrassed that it's been hard.
Those are the biggies. I will think of more.
Shall We Play A Game of Ketchup?
What do you do each day that doesn’t contribute to your writing — and can you eliminate it?
December 3 – Moment.
Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors).
Only one, hey? You're a difficult master.
There are a lot of things I can't say. Partly due to the seriousness, but also just partly due to my own overdeveloped sense of privacy.
However I will say that this was an amazing summer. I had a summer job that was challenging, stimulating, rewarding, exhausting and perfect. I was outside. I was drenched in Vitamin D. I could never pick a moment from an entire year, but let it be known that this was an amazing summer that resurrected parts of myself that have been dormant and swimming in muck for far too long. (EVIL DEVIL BOY!) I forgot everything but the moment because I had no choice, I was so busy, and I felt a peace I've been missing. I reclaimed my capacity for gratitude. I felt passion. (Not for a dude, chill.) I felt passion for work and while I didn't completely save myself from the pains I've inflicted on my flailing heart, I felt hope again and I felt a lot more self-love than I have in far too long.
My summer was sunshine, oxygen, burnt skin, freckles, tired calves, muddy feet, purpose, drive and balance.
It's trite because I can't tell you what happened. I can't tell you partly due to need for privacy but partly because I don't really know. I just know it was amazing and I reclaimed a part of myself, and accepted myself.
Lastly, I am a child of the sun and wind and cold, and I need the land I came from. My most alive moment? Always outside, always running and always loving nature.
December 4 – Wonder.
How did you cultivate a sense of wonder in your life this year?
(See above.)
No, really. I'm not going to write an entire mini-post on this because
a) lazy
b) don't wanna
c) it would be horribly redundant
I cultivated a sense of wonder this year by GOING OUTSIDE. By surrounding myself with the people I love instead of masochistically challenging myself to be only amongst strangers, to build character. (Who does that?!) I built myself up and it gave me time to look around and marvel. My needs were met and I could start satiating my wants. It's an amazing feeling. I'm in an entirely different head space than a year ago. I think my COMMUTE is pretty (it's not) and I've had more fun people watching this year than even my first year of university. (I was horny, 18 and there were boys everywhere- this is normal.)
I've learnt that I can't make this last. I've learnt that I can't build something for myself that will last my whole life, but I can thank the world for all I have every day and enjoy it as much as I can, and hope to learn as much as possible.
Nature, loved ones, loving thyself. Pretty sure that's in a pamphlet somewhere, but that recipe took me a while to concoct on my own.