Ok I'm living in the past. It has come to this. But, hey, I liked this post from back in June of 2006, so here it is again ( Read more... )

This week, I can't take the hormones, pheromones, pull, or push out of it. Can't get the sex out of it. If I so much as talk to an attractive man -- or even if a plain man makes me laugh -- my body wonders when we're going to go there. It doesn't TELL me to go there, mind you. Just flashes a little window with a question mark in it. Go away, ( Read more... )

I remember the last time this happened... and the time before... and the time before. It was the same story. I wanted to be more than I was, so I made it all up. But the sad thing is, I already was. No need to scramble to create something new from scratch ( Read more... )

Rock gym yoga is the best kind. It smells like sweaty feet in there, so that more or less masks any odors you might be emitting. And then, people aren't really looking at each other to measure themselves up. Or maybe they are, but there's already so much clinking and groaning and scraping going on up the walls, that no one really notices ( Read more... )

The obsessions are getting louder -- all of them at once, like a chorus in my head. They're putting together a very, very, repetitive song. Maybe a jog will fix it. Yes, get out of the house.

The goal, since I am trying to cultivate a friendly relationship based on shared wi-fi and boxes of organic produce (and the possibility of a "soup party" in the near future) is not to let the couple upstairs think I'm crazy ( Read more... )

Grasping out again for something to dilute me. I forget how easy it is. And fall, again, into wanting to be like someone else because she's so much more potent. Fully herself ( Read more... )

How do you make something out of nothing? Resolve to prattle off meaningless nonsense, hoping to make a dent in someone's day? Why a dent? So that someone will consent to opening their wallet and doling out a few bucks for a report based on air? To keep you afloat. To pay for an apartment. To buy sunlight coming in through a window, rolling ( Read more... )

You've got to give your dreams some breathing room. Step back and let them unfurl.

And you've got to give them some credit, too. They're there for a reason. Don't downplay the exciting side of maybe. The "I never would have thought" side. The "five years ago, who knew I'd be here?" side.

You can go there.

"Failure is hard, but success is far more dangerous. If you're successful at the wrong thing, the mix of praise and money and opportunity can lock you in forever."
- Po Bronson