It may have taken me ages…. But I am sitting here with dinner in front of me… And am eating it. It may be taking ages. I may be trying to distract myself by posting this and watching The Big Bang Theory to reduce anxiety… But it’s happening.
“Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self portrait. Everything is a diary.”—― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary (via thatkindofwoman)
That rather nicely paying social media job I quit months back? My old boss just sent me an email wanting me back to just handle the blog and pinterest…. Maybe? I could work from home which would work out great with PHP…
But would it be too much coupled with going back to Anthro a day or two a week, my night class, and PHP?
“If we listened to our intellect we’d never have a love affair. We’d never have a friendship. We’d never go in business because we’d be cynical: “It’s gonna go wrong.” Or “She’s going to hurt me.” Or,”I’ve had a couple of bad love affairs, so therefore …” Well, that’s nonsense. You’re going to miss life. You’ve got to jump off the cliff all the time and build your wings on the way down.”—
this seems very wise mind to me… a balance of logic and of emotion.
In typical style whilst walking in the park i texted mi madre to ask her to call McCallum to discuss what I need to do to make PHP happen - including insurance and finances…. In atypical fashion, she agreed… She can’t call until this afternoon, but I know I prolly would come up with excuses not to.
“Grown-ups love figures… When you tell them you’ve made a new friend they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you “What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies? ” Instead they demand “How old is he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make? ” Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.”—
“Well, you breathe in and out, you breathe in and then you breathe out. And you live one moment into the next moment. And then time goes by, and you find that you’re able to put one foot in front of the other.”—Gloria Vanderbilt on how she survived her son’s suicide