Slowly my moves are returning – I was able to dance, ever so carefully, while brushing my teeth this morning. But I still plan on going to my physio appointment tomorrow
A minor, but possibly major financial, revision to my European trip.
- Italy
- France:
- Paris
- The cities my coworkers live in
- All the small towns and historic places and museums, etc.
- Spain
- Morocco
- Home
I am sure this is going to be very expensive. I am willing to forego the fancy stays and eats, but I wanna be comfortable. And I still would like France to be my last stop. Grrr! Oh, and I also need a chaperone because I can sometimes be credulous. That! and my impulsiveness are a terrible combination. And too, I can be easily hypnotized like the Manchurian Candidate.
“Is this samantha? samantha williams?” (sometimes I like my name in all lowercase – I am still a person, place and thing.)
When travelling, I probably shouldn’t give anyone my phone number. Or my real name. Hmmm. I should probably also wear soundproof earplugs the whole time. AND I should also wear light-refracting glasses so the MIBs can’t make me forget things! (Do you remember Mr. Magoo?)
Great! This is gonna mess up my entire trip! I should stay home!
sam
IRRATIONAL FEARS
The other day I was coming home from work, and I had an awful thought on the ride up to my apartment; What if I don’t live to have my sexy Moroccan Bohemian Love Nest. What if I don’t get to see all the places I wanna see and do all the things I wanna do and have the kind of love that endures?
Several days later, the thought of that thought still haunted me. Have I become so attached to living my life once the boys are gone that the thought of not getting there is scary? Then I realized via convo with self …
“Why do I have to wait for my Boroccan Mohemian Love Nest?”
“I don’t!”
“Soooo! I’m not gonna!”
“Woohoo!”
“Of course – in the process of transforming, I promise not to go crazy buying shit. But I can get started now! I don’t have to wait! I have a big ass bedroom with a walk-in closet, I will start t/here.”
It’s me! Sam!
What are you look forwarding to that you could do right now but think you can’t? It has to be your thing!
FROM: KEEP GOING
I’m happy to be rereading this book.
Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted. - William Bruce Cameron
And remember: If you want maximum artistic freedom, keep your overhead low. A free creative life is not about living within your means. It's about living below your means. Do what you love + low overhead = a good life. Do what you love + I deserve nice things = a time bomb. Money is not the only measurement that can corrupt your creative practice. Digitizing your work and sharing it is subject to the world of online metrics: website visits, likes, favourites, shares, reblogs, retweets, follower counts, and more ... when you ignore quantitative measures for a bit, you can focus on what the work does that can't be measured. What it does for your soul.
And speaking of rereading books … I’ve been organizing my books to find what I need for quick reference or to reread. I have a bunch of business books that I think it’s time for me to release into the wild. Some I got from ex-bosses, some I can’t remember and my PMI/project management-related books either came from courses or direct purchases. I don’t think I need any of them now. However, I will keep my university books.
Yep! I think I am ready to release a few books, but I don’t have to do it today.
Thu Oct 13, 2022
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