What makes me sweat?
Well, exercise. DUH!
I also get to that point just a smidgen before you can feel your pores release a sweat when I teeter on any edge….
those life alter edges of of decisions, or indecision, of change, of anger. Or love, and joy – extremes at a some sort of emotional asterisk (as opposed to continuum because some are not exact opposites, though related opposites… picture the words; love, hate fear, anger, joy, peace, sad, and happy (or substitute your own) on the symbol below.
“I’ve had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every night. I’ve had enough of thinking, enough of remembering.”
~ Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
How much money doI have in my wallet?
$0.00 – I hate to carry cash
“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.”
― Virginia Woolf
What memory do I want to keep from
today the last twentyfour hours?
My son smiling at me. That never gets old.
“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.”
~ Virginia Woolf
Who is the first person I saw today….
My husband, and then my dog, and followed by my perfect spawn.
“The universe is full of men going through the same motions in the same surroundings, but carrying within themselves, and projecting around them, universes as mutually remote as the constellations.”
~ Emmanuel Mounier
I really wish_______
that the bitterness from both sides of the aisle after the 2016 USA election would be over and done with. I am sick of the whining… on both sides.
“I once had a dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events some of those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.”
~ Lana Del Rey
Who is my best friend?
I don’t know that I have a firm grasp on what having a best friend is. With the people who have been in my life and who’ve met some sort of nebulous criteria for that have all ended up not fulfilling the mission (and alternately, I have decided that I can’t meet their criteria). I consider myself, however, to be rich with friends…. friends that serve in a variety of levels of friendly intimacy.
But I am sitting here typing this up and wondering, what is a best friend? I think I would define it as someone who I feel reciprocates a certain kind of loyalty… but I am looking around and wondering if that is just not how it works. If there is some nebulous chemistry between people which sets the stage for a type of bonding that is more permanent than temporary?
“That was our friendship: equal parts irritation and cooperation.”
~ Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children
What did I get to do today?
I got to live my life. A blessing that is often hidden in the greatness of its enormity.
I also got to get caught up on all my posts!
“Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.”
~ Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club
What worries me?
Geez, my tendency toward procrastination worries me.
“Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it, if you have to, with the same weapons of reason which today arm you against the present.”
~ Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
Today, I had too much ________________
on my mind.
“I have the conviction that excessive literary production is a social offence.”
~ George Eliot
My body is_______________
my biggest failure – in that it has managed to bring me the biggest sorrows wrapped in the nuance of my greatest joys. Some may thrive in that intense juxtaposition, but it makes me cringe… it should not be that extreme .
“I drink to separate my body from my soul.”
~ Oscar Wilde