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Originals
+ what they mean to me
This is about dreams and how they can sometimes turn into expectations--which are ripe for disappointment and quite limiting. What is meant to be truly knows no other way--it will be. The key right now is to release.
A sort of a capella pop song to soothe my young wounds--can't change anything that happens but we can learn from it and we are more because of it.
My goodness often feels conditional.. it’s there for the good times, the creative flow. It’s kind and intelligent. But when I get blue, sad, negative, my goodness leaves me. Logic and perspective disappear and I feel the lack of my own support. I miss myself and I wish I had that part of me to keep me company when I’m blue.
This is about the physical reaction of crying. Lately I can cry at anything, usually vulnerability. Seeing it on tv, when my family speaks to me, when I open up. I can just cry. Sometimes I feel embarrassed or manipulative, but I truly cannot control it--and it isn't necessarily an indicator of how I am really feeling. Just let me cry, get it out of my system. I want to participate.
This is about how my cat helps me. My anxiety often feels limiting (in many senses of the word). She brings me to the present. She leaves judgement and fear and the material world. Our exchange is un-expecting, and wildly rewarding.
A truly enjoyable unrequited love.
Not feeling sad feels weird...
and admitting it feels like abandonment
I started this while I was packing my mom a joint before we picked her up from the airport. :)
This is about whatever you call your sadness and whatever excuses you make for it--how you indulge despite the consequences.
I took a bit from a voice memo I did in 2013 and played with it.
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