Category Archives: post-it notes on my mirror.
post-it notes on my mirror. [one]
[january 20, 2010] post-it number one: dear self. make efforts now. to journey your self to the place where you can sense love. where you can sensibly identify the truth of love in all of its complex entirety. that enables the wisdom of consistency within you. so that during the times and seasons when the [...]
post-it notes on my mirror. [four]
[march 8, 2010] post-it number four. dear self, the next time that monster of a snowboarder ransacks you on the side of a mountain, sending your skis upward and frontwards over your head, forcing you into a handless kartwheel. making your left backside break the fall as you skid upside-down the mountain. yes, the next [...]
embracing the nostalgia: the beauty of seeing things through.
it’s christmas card season. [aannddd i love my christmas card season!] it always brings this sweet nostalgia. while remembering & writing the ones that helped shape my days. in all past and present and hopefully the future. every year, i sit in cafes. and listen to songs on repeat in my headphones. and remember shared [...]
the grandpa kind of love.
some times i find random things in random journals. & this nugget fell out of an oldie this morning. from the classic series that i fondly refer to as the grandpa-love think tank. one day, i am hoping that he will visit newyorkcity. i mean, it is friday. & on this day of the week, [...]
all the humane sheepiness.
apparently, when humans are referred to as sheep it’s not really a compliment. — [here is a visual for you] [and here is an audible for you] — [and here are some reflective thoughts for you] you know, regarding humane sheepiness. sheep can’t defend themselves against predators. they graze around with complete helplessness. [looking like [...]
even a cactus can grow, too.
organic growth is generated from within in both size and complexity. a flower doesn’t grow by waking up every morning and dressing its stem in bright and bold and true colors. although it may try. that just doesn’t seem like growth? it seems more like the effort of outward fashion trying to dress like acceptance [...]
mona lisa and all of her smiles.
an excerpt, winter 2009. a friend once compared me to mona lisa smile. i was younger. and i didn’t really get all the implications. he told me this. after i had just discovered the breath of travel and the freedom of other cultures. and like you, i had lived with people from other worlds. in [...]
all time that is spent.
i tend to be involved in many things at one time. i’ve conditioned myself for years to multi-task. but lately, i have craved simplicity. not to be confused with drab or boring, of course. just surreal simplicity. i think it’s easy to learn that you can do many things at one time. especially when hanging [...]
post-it notes on my mirror. [seven]
post-it number seven. dearest self, always say hello to conversations. [address things, i mean.] all frustrations and underlying triggers and happiness with both people and situations. yes, always say hello. don’t dodge. don’t cop out. but also, don’t be so quick to assume all conversations must be verbal. you don’t always have to wear your [...]
post-it notes on my mirror. [six]
post-it number six: dear self, when it’s the first days of spring in the city and you’re still tired from losing that hour of sleep, you get yourself some springshine, anyway. walk instead of train. smell the season’s change. leave the building for lunch. and go out to dinner. enjoy all the cutie restaurants that [...]
post-it notes on my mirror. [three.]
post-it number three: dear self. if you had to choose one thing that you like most about life: pick the giggles. [for always.] – find the giggles in everything. when happy. when adventurous. when excited. when full of joy. let the deep laughs hurt your ribs. [let your eyes water.] and don’t forget to medicate [...]
post-it notes on my mirror. [two]
post-it number two: dear self. if you’re going to give another woman a compliment, first check your complimentary motives. – is my complimentary attitude motived by self-deprecating thoughts? am i muddling the joy of encouraging another woman. just to echo my own self-discontent within myself? to give my insecurities even more air to breathe. is [...]
somedays, i miss childhood.
if i could just tap backwards into that whimsical boldness every morning. where my own reality really believed that any thing could happen. and any one could really listen. and any question or statement is clever. tap me back into that mindset. and keep me there for a long while.
i keep post-it quotes. everywhere.
here are a few excerpted words from donald miller’s newest book. i can’t remember how i found it. but i did. and so i post-it quoted it. in the front of my planner. and i like seeing it there. right under 2009 and 2010. right during the mid-twenties. when you have days that beg you to [...]
i took a mental health day last saturday.
for those of you that were concerned about me and my hatred. i did it. i declared this past saturday: a day to hang out with me. to breathe. i mean, to really inhale exhale inhale exhale. all by myself. no inhalers from anyone else. just me and my lungs. the official newyorkcity family vacation [...]
definitely maybe.
the only way you really know. is to really let it go. – ingrid michaelson the back door. the door that singleness likes to swing open and shut and then keep propped halfway. it’s so hard not to camp out in an ex’s backyard, i know. and the more i learn, i learn that this [...]
good morning, optimism.
huh uh ummmers, wait. hello, optimism. are you there? on some days, you seem to be absent in class. like you just took a sick day. and on those days, i am mad at you. while at the same time, i am mad at everyone else. everyone. blanket faces in a crowd. i want to shove my [...]
to love. there is no room for jealousy.
i used to be good at this. or i think, anyway. but i’ve learned this about myself: uproot me. and take me out of my comfortable and confident tallahassee, make me a number, and leave me sitting there. all twisting in my seat. and give me all these passions and hopes and dreams. mixed with [...]
for realsies, his name is peter augustus.
but i re-vamped the name a little bit. because peter august just flows better. sounds so trendy-like. would you agree? so, anyway. this peter guy. here’s the gig: i have about fifteen relatives. we do many things together. and we had lunch not so long ago. it was very unplanned. i surprised my parents from [...]
