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Archive for August 2012
Taking the Time
Yesterday, I stayed home from work to think and to write. I'm not entirely sure what I'm writing - could be the beginning of a short story or it could just be words that needed to be written. All I know is, it was important for me to put those words on paper before they got lost in the brain-numbing void created by my hectic, subway commute and my needlessly stressful worklife.
I don't want to be diluted, to lose myself in the responsibility of trying to create a space for myself. So even though I felt guilty about calling out from work, I felt it was more important to spend some creative time with my typewriter. To make sure I continue to recognize and develop my own voice.
This voice which is important not only for my writing, but for understanding what's important to me, untainted by any outside influence.
Again, my solitude.
If I don't do this, I do myself an injustice by possibly never knowing let alone fulfilling my purpose. Self-actualization. It's in me to do, I just have to make sure I take the time to do it.
"When we're alive we don't have the time, or the peace of mind, or the inclination to see and understand what we could. We're too busy rushing to our graves." - Cristina Garcia Dreaming in Cuban
This voice which is important not only for my writing, but for understanding what's important to me, untainted by any outside influence.
Again, my solitude.
If I don't do this, I do myself an injustice by possibly never knowing let alone fulfilling my purpose. Self-actualization. It's in me to do, I just have to make sure I take the time to do it.
"When we're alive we don't have the time, or the peace of mind, or the inclination to see and understand what we could. We're too busy rushing to our graves." - Cristina Garcia Dreaming in Cuban
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Living in the Gray
On the subway this morning, I was sitting behind a woman who was wearing clip-on earrings and had a tattoo on her shoulder. I'm uncertain what this means.
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The Places We Go
Earlier this week, I became consciously aware that if I do my best to avoid bad situations, I don't have to spend time figuring out how to get out of them.
Then I had the realization that this wasn't a realization at all. This was, in fact, the primary lesson my mom spent my entire formative years drilling. And I listened and subconsciously put it into practice, but I didn't grasp the weight of what she was saying.
This weekend, I learned something that sent me crawling to the memory of sitting on my mom's lap, head on her shoulder and her whispering "There's some mistakes you can't undo, they just lead to other mistakes."
I'm eternally grateful for that wisdom, the insight to heed it and the memory to go to in times like this.
Then I had the realization that this wasn't a realization at all. This was, in fact, the primary lesson my mom spent my entire formative years drilling. And I listened and subconsciously put it into practice, but I didn't grasp the weight of what she was saying.
This weekend, I learned something that sent me crawling to the memory of sitting on my mom's lap, head on her shoulder and her whispering "There's some mistakes you can't undo, they just lead to other mistakes."
I'm eternally grateful for that wisdom, the insight to heed it and the memory to go to in times like this.
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