pain free is the way to be!

Yea! my neck crick is finally gone!

I, neglector of all things morning pages related (I shower, eat cereal, make tea, watch tv, even go for walks just to avoid sitting down and focusing on writing...hm. i wonder how that's gonna work out for my future as an author?) went home two times in the past week and a half. the significance? i brought back with me my former creative endeavours book, simple acts of moving forward.

While i won't focus on anything too serious in the ten minutes i have before i get a ride in the morning, I can read through a couple of these tips. and I'm more than willing to pick up the book to read, just because of the happy vibe I remember from class: our class project was on playing in the dirt, doing the spa, and getting naked. I laugh every time i think of that presentation!

The good advice i've received so far is that. wait, forget the good advice. the quotes i liked are as follows: "Even a small change can be enough to shock your system that you'll be forced to take some deeper breaths."* "Find one thing to do today that will disrupt your little universe."** "We're so protective of the image that others have of us."***

I miss my dad. I want to go out for Chinese with my sister and dad and order chicken fried rice, fried crab ranguns, fried wontons in that amazing red sweet and sour sauce i could never get enough of, the traditional mild jasmine green tea that was such a part of the meal, tea itself grew on me, the dinky little white china cups with the fine "chinese" designs all around it, the zodiak place mat with all the animals on it, the little old chinese owner? that slept in the corner, and, lest we forget: the fortune cookies that somehow helped the vast amounts of food we consumed settle before we walked back across the street, arm in arm, clutching our three containers of leftovers. and ribs! and quail! mmmmmm.

*p.22; **p.22 context: "Stability is a good thing, but stagnation is not."; ***p.28 context: "We're much too concerned with who we are."

the fairy tale spiel

Hoping a gentleman I like will also like me is a lot like believing in God.

complicated and mind-boggling and hopeful, and, at times, fearful.

When we're children, or at least, when I was a child, I saw couples, particularly my parents having me, and believed I would also find someone to have a relationship with...maybe even better than my parent's was! Someone to tease and fight with and love and cuddle and even pay the bills and budget with. Because my parents did it, logically, I could do likewise.

Hope is fragile. maybe it is tough as well?