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now {the daily brain dump} too much
Too much in my head tonight. As in, there's too much in there and I'm too much in there. Will have to think about this some more (irony!) and write later. Things have got to change, and that's like the bazillionth time I've thought that in the last year. I wasn't kidding when I said I have a little problem maintaining the status quo. mental bulimia
I've been having one of those days where I feel the need to purge. I go through these phases of compulsive acquisition, usually followed by an equally compulsive clearing phase in which I get rid of things, sometimes even the same things I just finished acquiring. This doesn't always involve material items, sometimes I collect and purge thoughts, feelings, worries, dreams, various information both useful and not. Often there's nothing really wrong with the old stuff, I just like the change. It's like I need to clear space in my brain and my life just so it can contain all that I want it to hold. I'm gearing up to acquire a lot of new knowledge and experiences and related accessories and now I feel like doing things like cleaning out my closets for the 3rd time this season, eliminating old habits, letting go of things that no longer serve me. I think this is good. I hope this is good. Really I don't know any other way to be. more human than human, more tallulah than tallulah
Been feeling sharp as a pillow and generally out of sorts this week, the very not-me kind of mood I hate. But I went to my commercial art class tonight and damn if I don't feel all but completely renewed. Being there is like being around my dearest friends, I'm the best of all possible me's at those times. All my wacky ways spill out unfettered and no one seems to mind, or want to call the authorities. It's a better-than-Martha-Stewart good thing. And may I say how life-affirming it is to finally have some clear idea of what you should and want to do with your life? Well I think I just did! Maybe that's why I can't work up a respectable amount of panic about my current state of employment; I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and this just feels like a little pothole on the way. Either that or I'm in heavy, heavy denial. Maybe both. But I really like my original theory oh so much better. [more of then, or more of now]
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