Voicelessness and Emotional Survival Message Board
Voicelessness and Emotional Survival => Voicelessness and Emotional Survival Message Board => Topic started by: Hopalong on September 11, 2013, 10:36:18 AM
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I want to start a thread for patting oneself on the back for small steps taken to help oneself feel better. Physically or emotionally.
Small steps, right? I was completely taken with the PushUp Challenge, by a blogger/expert in motivation. I have flunked it already but it's one that's not hard to re-start! The challenge? Do ONE pushup per day for a year. Mind boggling in its simplicity.
In the small victories department one is supposed to pat oneself on the back for every step...yesterday at work I faithfully hopped up every hour and did 20 steps on the miracle mini-stepper by my desk. I am AMAZED how different I feel today. The latest research on sedentariness is sooooooooobering. I have spent literally years of days in chairs, then evenings on couches.
What is different about the latest findings is this: Many people who work office jobs ALSO go work out or run for an hour+, for example, and think their health is protected by that. Turns out, it's NOT. What is critical is to KEEP MOVING during the day. If you're doing seated things, you need to stand and stretch every 30 min (if a standing desk isn't for you) and then move ACTIVELY every hour. So that hourly stepper routine could save my life. I mean that literally.
It's not about getting hugely sweaty or aerobic, it's about being in motion. That's it.
Feel free to add your own small steps challenges, motivation struggles, slips, and successess...
hugs
Hops
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Love this :) Congrats to you, Hopsie, on your hopping and other activities :)
My pat on the back today was telling a (good) friend how upset I've been by the actions of less good friends recently. I hadn't really talked about it much in 'real life' and it felt good to get the words out and turns out she's been in similar situations. Feel a little closer to her now by being a bit more real and feel less focused on the others as her feelings were "f**k em' which made me laugh :)
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It's interesting what you can learn from standing yourself up against a wall and seeing what touches, and what does not.
Feels good to be stretching again.
My dog thinks it's interesting to watch; )
Lighter
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Har! A dog's enthusiastic curiosity is just about the perfect motivator...
For the first time today, I took pooch to work (there has been much drama
about our "dog policy". Had no choice, since a plumber needed to come and
I couldn't leave her home to greet (i.e., likely go nuts about) him on her own.
Even though I trust this guy so much I'd hand him a key and a blank check.
So....I took her to work. She was great! I looped her long leash thru the file
cabinet by my desk and she settled most of the day on the comfy pad-bed
I laid there. Only problem was she bark-yodeled when I tried to sneak off
to the bathroom or kitchen area, so I learned I had to just take her with me.
She trots along...as long as I'm in eyeshot, she's fine.
Unfortunately, the boss (who's normally not in on Fridays) was in today,
and heard those few yodel-yaps, so it's likely she won't be able to go every
day.
Funny thing was, I was WAY MORE productive than usual. Cranking out
stuff...because with her there, I was in SUCH a better mental place. Hmmm.
I didn't hop on my stepper today but all in all, it was a good small-step day
anyway!
hugs
Hops
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Hops, so NOT the post I expected to read from you.
It was.....
sure, unexpected,
but so very cool that you just loaded up pooch, and did it.
Woo.
Hoo.
::raising hand::
I vote you take pooch to the office again, now that you've figured out how to extinguish the yodeling, and see if it floats.
Maybe you could have one more "plumber" excuse day to show everyone they certainly could have a new team player since it increases productivity, and feels so darned good?
Don't ask, don't get.
::shrug::
Maybe you'll get.
Lighter
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Har! A dog's enthusiastic curiosity is just about the perfect motivator...
For the first time today, I took pooch to work (there has been much drama
about our "dog policy". Had no choice, since a plumber needed to come and
I couldn't leave her home to greet (i.e., likely go nuts about) him on her own.
Even though I trust this guy so much I'd hand him a key and a blank check.
So....I took her to work. She was great! I looped her long leash thru the file
cabinet by my desk and she settled most of the day on the comfy pad-bed
I laid there. Only problem was she bark-yodeled when I tried to sneak off
to the bathroom or kitchen area, so I learned I had to just take her with me.
She trots along...as long as I'm in eyeshot, she's fine.
Unfortunately, the boss (who's normally not in on Fridays) was in today,
and heard those few yodel-yaps, so it's likely she won't be able to go every
day.
Funny thing was, I was WAY MORE productive than usual. Cranking out
stuff...because with her there, I was in SUCH a better mental place. Hmmm.
I didn't hop on my stepper today but all in all, it was a good small-step day
anyway!
hugs
Hops
Ah Hops that's lovely! How nice for her to be out and about in a new environment as well, she's come on so well, you must be so glad you decided to keep her. Our hairdresser was dogsitting for her sister and had her lovely Springer Spaniel in the shop for a fortnight last time we visited and she said the difference it made was amazing, she was a real talking point, kids made a fuss of her while they waited for their mums and she just seemed to make everyone happier. I hope you get to take lovely pooch in some more, sounds like it was a great tonic for everyone!
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Yeah, staying in motion sounds good, only thing is I don't think we can 100% recover if we have already succumbed to the desk chair prison. How much do you think the body can spring back after said miss-use?
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What is the emoticon for eye-rolling bliss with ear rubs?
Thanks Light...we will be hashing out the final dog policy at our strategic retreat (my least favorite work experience).
I don't plan to take her often (never give Nboss any ammo, is my motto) but glad it worked that day!
Bean, I used to work at a health publisher kind of place, and the philosophy they drilled into us was that the body's regenerative capacities are really extraordinary. So I do believe one can recover tremendously. I don't focus on "100%" in the same way that I don't spend time pining for life at age 14...buuuuut, I do mentally note that if I stick with the exercise and nutrition, I'm likely to be waaaay stronger at 70 than I was at 60, when my life was pure stress and nothing but.
So I'll take my chances that "way stronger" is better than not trying.
love
Hops
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I agree, progression not perfection is something I'm trying to focus on in my own life at the minute, particularly as I'm realising how often I avoid doing things because I don't think I can do them well enough.
Well I did two small things today; I paid a visit to the homeopath and got some new remedies and some different supplements to take. I then got a message from a friend who has had a bit of a difficult time over the weekend. She's a good friend and one who has and does support me but I have resisted my natural urge (or usual urge, perhaps that should be) to ring back immediately as I have a lot to do over the next couple of days and I'm really tired so need to rest up as well. If it had been a life or death situation I would have called straight away but as it isn't (and I know she has other people she can talk to if she wants to) I decided to get some rest and get some of this work done before I call her. It's only a little thing but it means I'm putting me first (and posting on here is part of that, too!).
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I'm proof that even simple, non-sweaty things can definitely make a difference. Tai chi was that for me (and yes, once I progressed... THEN, it got sweaty! LOL...) I made it through a 3 hour "boot-camp" of seriously strenuous & areobic exercises with a tyrannical wu shu master. And I had a sense that through consistent work like that... I very definitely could be "better" at 60 than I was in my 40s.
The reason tai chi worked, though... was that I wasn't there for the physical benefits. I was there for the moving meditation part. The physical part was the gravy side effect. My focus was simply doing some calming for myself, occupying that mischievious monkey mind - and because I was learning something 'new'... and it involved "paying attention"... it all came together, in a nice way. There is something to be said for chi gong, too... and moving the breath through the body. I almost have to trick myself - like a toddler - to do nice things for myself.
But, what Penny said, It's only a little thing but it means I'm putting me first
is my stumbling block. Still. It's that way with self-care, too. It's that way with soooo many things, big and small - even that daily dilemma: what shall we eat for dinner? - because I haven't even given "what would taste good" a thought... all I know is that I'm hungry. I could use a massage again - my whole left side aches from the neck to the foot - but can I take 3 minutes to make the phone call? uh-uh...
why? because it's not important; I have other things to do that are wayyyyy more important to do.
Same old; same old here. This is exactly what my struggle has been, since day 1... feeling that it's OK to just do something for ME, without also dealing with the boomerang feeling of guilty or selfishness or - in the case of tai chi: embarrassed foolishness... because I was getting pretty good at it and that's verboten!!
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Boy, can I relate to the struggle to prioritize.
I feel so overwhelmed by what I "should" do that I often don't do what I CAN do.
It's stoooooooooooooopid.
I should make lists, eternal lists.
love
Hops
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My lists used to be... like shackles. I gave them a lot more power over me than was realistic. Then, I went through the flipping off the list stage -- :P -- a dumb list can't tell me what to do!! stage. Now, my lists are so I don't forget "me" and the things "I want to do"! LOL... there are just so many things zooming through the head lately...
I've been in kind of a fog lately. Some of it is plain old sinusitis and not sleeping well as a consequence. But the other part, I feel a sort of power-struggle between some of the things I want to do < -- > and all the normal stuff that needs to get done. I really want someone to "do for me" lately. Told hubs, all I want for our anniversary is for him to call the repair guy to fix the noisy (as in, wakes me up noisy) attic exhaust fan. How romantic, right? I just want to be the one who gets "taken care of" every once in a while...
whether I deserve it or not!! LOL.
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I can relate to the lists thing, Skep, my T used to tell me it's a control thing - 'if I write endless lists of things to do I'll be okay' type of approach. I do remember using it as a CBT technique and it being very effective when I was depressed so that I'd focus on getting things done but it can go too far and dominate everything. I got to the point where I'd write something on the list after I'd done it so that I could immediately cross it off!!!!!!!!!!!
We have taken a big small step this weekend and went to a music festival for three days. It is the sort of thing that I love and the sort of thing I have been too scared to do since all the false accusations stuff happened when my son was small. I've felt I had to stay home and be a quiet, mousy mum and not draw attention to myself - not that there's anything wrong with that but it's not me! The natural me loves out there people and adventure and I just haven't done anything like that for such a long time. So we took ourselves and our tent off and spent three days in luscious countryside listening to loads of good music, eating chips and generally enjoying ourselves. It was wonderful and has given me a real boost :)
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Tupp, you hippie!
What a delight to imagine you doing that.
May the festival feelings last for you!
hugs
Hops
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Well, I don't know if this "counts"... but I took y'alls advice about maybe hiring out some of the work around here. Had someone come and pressure wash the cobwebs/bugs off the eaves and nooks/crannies of the house... then he came back to do the windows outside. No ladders involved at all! Just a really long wand with cleaner and a hose. And young, strong arms and back!! It looks FABULOUS! The house that is... ;)
"Benjamin" looks like a surfer who's grappling with "real life" now. Wife and two small kids... and 3 jobs!! 2 are his own businesses; and the 3rd is with the county, so he has benefits. We talked about the next phase, of dealing with the railings on my steps - I need to sand, caulk & paint next, since he got them so clean in record time. I told him, I'd much rather help guys like him make it -- than to (yet again) feel like I have to "do it myself" when I'm just not physically able to, anymore - unless I pace the job out over months. Hubs has been picking out "labor saving" devices for me, for the garden/landscaping work I do... and...... wait for it! ;) .... that's the extent of his help.
He has made a GIANT leap, in the "stuff" category though. We pushed through a whole closet full of "stuff" and donated 3 big boxes of puzzles, car models, and games (along with a lot of other extra stuff) last week. And we've reduced a few of the constant stacks of paper, too. Just wait until I start to reclaim some flat surfaces in the office for my "art stuff", though... we're both going to need valium!! ;) I tried to move a paper bag with some little bit of recycling in the bottom of it, off his slippy-slidy mountain of paper he feels he has to print out from websites (to show me, of course) and you'd a thought I'd grabbed him by the short hairs!! Jeez... I don't understand the "need" to be surrounded by clutter; I just don't. I "need" wide open spaces... don't know why either.
Speaking of which - question for you folks!! I have 16, uhuh... 16 different journals of vomiting out Twiggy's Tale of Woe. They are taking up space, which I have been thinking about using for the ever-growing collection of books. I'm scared to death, that someone will find them and start reading all the awful, whiny, self-pitying stages... and nasty angry resentful stuff... that I've let go, about as much as anyone lets things go. I'm thinking I want to let the journals go too... my usual method is bonfire. (Phoenix, remember?) Anyway, I thought I'd throw it out for a vote among the Amazons who walked through a lot of those journals, with me.
What say you?
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Skep I think there is something really powerful and inspiring about burning stuff! But having said that there is a lot of stuff I want to get rid of (like you, the thought of anyone reading it fills me with horror) but some of it is really useful and every now and again I come across something and when I read it I realise how far I've come and it makes me want to hang on to it.
So the compromise for me is to sloooowly get around scanning everything so it can be kept virtually and once that's done I'll burn the hard copies. Makes me feel like I've got the best of both worlds. You might feel there is no need for Twiggy now and that she deserves to be set free once and for all. I like the idea of her settling as ashes in the garden somewhere helping things grow :)
Well done to your hubs on clearing out that stuff and good on you for getting someone in to do the work, it's sometimes cheaper in the long run to pay someone else rather than, as you say, a job taking months to get done.
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Tupp, you hippie!
What a delight to imagine you doing that.
May the festival feelings last for you!
hugs
Hops
Ha ha, I am a hippie! It was amazing, I felt so much like myself again and it made me realise that there is a lot about my life that I want to change. I've started tackling jobs around the house that I keep putting off and I'm thinking about cutting back on the number of organised activities I do with my son so that we have more time to wander and be adventurous. I want to start living away from the calendar more!
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I vote for something that may not exist: a password-protected thumbdrive.
But that's because I fear losing papers, since I'm ADD and fear not having something legal.
Your journals are different.
Then again, since you know you're never going to publish them, and may prefer that
your children NOT plumb the depths of your psyche one day...maybe just the burning
would be right for you too.
Few things get one human life in perspective more, for me, than the process of
purging, throwing away, donating, letting go. I'm not quite a minimalist but in
terms of archiving, I've whittled things waaaaaaaaaaaay down.
So, don't think advice is so much what you need, as a chance to try out different
decisions in your mind, and see which one ultimately feels right, most whole?
Let us know what you decide. We all walked a lotta miles in sweet Twiggy's
shoes, but it's equally powerful to think of "retiring" her as a splintered-off
piece of you.
hugs
Hops
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I dunno if it's retiring her... as much as setting her free into her own space to just BE her.
Case in point: hubs was playing around (i.e., shopping) on the web and came across blueray collections of old tv series that we both enjoyed, like Mission Impossible, ISpy, Man from Uncle... the Avengers... and up popped Twiggy who remembered one called "The Prisoner". She was quite the Anglophile, in her day... Twiggy and all that. The main character was Patrick McGoohan - an MI5 agent who resigned his job and was kidnapped away to a secluded island, complete with a "pretend village"... an exact (almost) replica of his home... and the sinister "big brother", "mind control" laboratory and evil mastermind (#1)... and most hauntingly, the big white weather balloon blob nicknamed "rover" who was sent to maintain control over people who began deducing "reality" in the midst of all the "managed illusion" and trying to escape.
LOL... so he bought it for me. Amazon Prime is a shopaholic's dream. Anyway we watched the first two episodes last night. And whatever Twiggy identified with, the situation/environment of the main character.... isn't there anymore. A memory is... and that's all it is. And the memory won't be going anywhere... the kind of hairs prickling on the back of the neck recognition of "ohhhh... THAT again..." The only reason I would keep the journals... is as a reminder of how long it takes a person, and how emotionally fraught with the gamut of intense emotions (and some selfish ones) the process to finally ACCEPT what "is" takes.
H is going through her own process of this; accepting that the sister she hoped to have, isn't going to be. A is still fighting accepting responsibility for who she is and that life, society and other people will have something to say, justifiably, about some limits on who she is and how she chooses to live. They don't need the journals; no one needs to read page after page of all caps, multiple exclamation points... hahahaha!! I have already given A her own set, to begin writing, vomiting it all out. She isn't there, yet. And hubs already knows all there is know (that he can stand to know) about that; he really doesn't like my "gory details" obsessive wallow in the intense emotion until it burns itself out tendency. He won't read them.
I think Twiggy is going to "remain" - like the lingering whiff of flowers on the air - even without the treasure or roadmap, to find her and set her free. S'Ok with me, you know? So, I think I need to tell hubs to find a fire pit, on clearance somewhere... LOL... it'll be here by Friday, knowing him...
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I dunno if it's retiring her... as much as setting her free into her own space to just BE her.
Case in point: hubs was playing around (i.e., shopping) on the web and came across blueray collections of old tv series that we both enjoyed, like Mission Impossible, ISpy, Man from Uncle... the Avengers... and up popped Twiggy who remembered one called "The Prisoner". She was quite the Anglophile, in her day... Twiggy and all that. The main character was Patrick McGoohan - an MI5 agent who resigned his job and was kidnapped away to a secluded island, complete with a "pretend village"... an exact (almost) replica of his home... and the sinister "big brother", "mind control" laboratory and evil mastermind (#1)... and most hauntingly, the big white weather balloon blob nicknamed "rover" who was sent to maintain control over people who began deducing "reality" in the midst of all the "managed illusion" and trying to escape.
LOL... so he bought it for me. Amazon Prime is a shopaholic's dream. Anyway we watched the first two episodes last night. And whatever Twiggy identified with, the situation/environment of the main character.... isn't there anymore. A memory is... and that's all it is. And the memory won't be going anywhere... the kind of hairs prickling on the back of the neck recognition of "ohhhh... THAT again..." The only reason I would keep the journals... is as a reminder of how long it takes a person, and how emotionally fraught with the gamut of intense emotions (and some selfish ones) the process to finally ACCEPT what "is" takes.
H is going through her own process of this; accepting that the sister she hoped to have, isn't going to be. A is still fighting accepting responsibility for who she is and that life, society and other people will have something to say, justifiably, about some limits on who she is and how she chooses to live. They don't need the journals; no one needs to read page after page of all caps, multiple exclamation points... hahahaha!! I have already given A her own set, to begin writing, vomiting it all out. She isn't there, yet. And hubs already knows all there is know (that he can stand to know) about that; he really doesn't like my "gory details" obsessive wallow in the intense emotion until it burns itself out tendency. He won't read them.
I think Twiggy is going to "remain" - like the lingering whiff of flowers on the air - even without the treasure or roadmap, to find her and set her free. S'Ok with me, you know? So, I think I need to tell hubs to find a fire pit, on clearance somewhere... LOL... it'll be here by Friday, knowing him...
It sounds like a wonderful release, Skep, and I guess you could make some sort of ceremony or giving of thanks or something when you do it? I've had in my mind now a scene where I have the fire going, all the paperwork in a box beside me, some nice food and drink, my boy and maybe a friend or two and making it into a sort of rite of passage or coming of age type thing? Sort of feels like something that big needs to be marked in some way? Let us know what you do!
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I want to read books, feel like I can't relax to take the time to do it.
Books maybe are not "small steps" Not sure if they qualify or not. Books do help me get out of my thinking-pattern ruts, gives me something else to occupy my mind with, a distraction. Haven't read a good book in a long time. I'm looking at the price of Kindles--it has come down or there are some used ones for sale on Amazon. I'm not sure if I would like Kindle or not. Never had one I don't know how they work exactly. Somehow the books have to be downloaded. It looks like if I want to download 10 kindle books from amazon.com it would cost me about $100.00....um no that is not going to happen. Library is probably it I guess. Oh well.
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Hey Boat.
I rediscovered on a long drive last weekend that a good book on tape is such a deep pleasure for me, and in many ways MORE comforting/distracting to me than my solitary reading. I think it is about the voice on this one. Whoever the actor is, he is not overdramatizing it the way some bad narrators do, just reading it in a really natural way. So the dialogue comes across as real. It's not a Great Book, it's a mystery, and I find myself feeling very happy about it--so much so that since on my short work commutes I only get 15 min. more of the story, today I'm bringing more of the discs inside and am going to make up some handy do-it-on-the-couch chore or fold laundry so I can hear him "read me a story" for longer...
I think that's what I'm liking. Somebody is reading me a story. Way comforting associations, from way earlier in life.
If you have some device that will play CDs or MP3s, maybe you'd find that comforting too? If not, I'm with you...get thee to the library and stock up. Read yourself some stories. (Dunno about yours, but I know some libraries have free Ebooks in their online catalogs...)
xo
Hops
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yah, I used to cook and then listen to books on tape when I had my own apartment like killing two birds with one stone books on tape are good
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Tech devices have to jump huge hurdles with me, to be found acceptable. Hubs got me a kindle... long time ago. I spilled tea on it when I was sick one time... and Amazon replaced it, for a minimal price. It's one of the earlier ones - it has real keyboard buttons, and a smaller screen. The only other time I had a problem with it, was after hurricane Irene. All cell/wireless service had gone down. The battery on the kindle had drained. So I spent some time on Amazon's tech board, trying to figure how to fix it -- all it took, finally, after I gave up -- was calling tech support. And they were able to "push" my configuration (including my library of books) to the kindle, after it had made contact wirelessly with the "mother ship" again. It's old, but it has 3G wireless. It was a miracle!! :D
They are probably the toughest devices going. Easy to read, in bright sunlight by the pool - even the older ones. Easy to buy books (range in price from free - .99 - and up) right from the kindle screen - and they automatically load on your home page screen. You can create folders of "collections", to organize the books. It will automatically turn off, conserving the battery - and once you've downloaded a book - turn the wireless off from the menu - it uses less juice that way. I get hours & hours out of one battery charge. You can also organize your collections online, within your amazon account. There is also a way to move things via laptop to the kindle... ways to cope where wireless access is limited... it's all on their tech support board. For the "consumable" books - light, entertainment reading - I really like the kindle, because I'm not having to find a place for another stack of books. I also like it for technical books - because with the keyboard, I can bookmark a page and write my own notes.
But there are some books, I just gotta hold in my hands. Real books don't have to be recharged, if you spill liquids on them, you can usually dry them out and they still "work" afterward, and they're just as portable as that little screen is... LOL...
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I'm sure I"d like an e-reader EXCEPT that I've had a smartphone (boss paid for) for months now and I HATE the thing.
So I'll prolly stick with paper books for now.
Also, with blue light spectrum light being overstimulating at night (my main reading time) I don't want to use
a Kindle thing in bed.
I'm a Luddite, stalagmite, something like that!
:lol:
Hops
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I got another hair cut, it is good, no tears, no neurotic reactions
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I'm sure I"d like an e-reader EXCEPT that I've had a smartphone (boss paid for) for months now and I HATE the thing.
So I'll prolly stick with paper books for now.
Also, with blue light spectrum light being overstimulating at night (my main reading time) I don't want to use
a Kindle thing in bed.
I'm a Luddite, stalagmite, something like that!
:lol:
I love paper books, I can completely understand the appeal of something like a Kindle but for me the book itself is the thing I want to have in my hand! We go to the library two or three times a week, I just devour them. Always have, ever since I was a little girl. I've always found something very comforting about being able to escape and I don't know, the paper version seems to symbolise that to me so much more than an electronic one does (not being critical of electronic, it's great that these things come on the market as we're all different and need different things). Someone who uses our library corrects any errors she or he finds in print and makes little notes on the sleeve as they go through, I think it's so sweet!
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Me too, Tupp.
I love the human chain feeling of library books.
Somebody else enjoyed this same escape or story
or moving event that I am enjoying...
My mother was a librarian so they've always been
comfort/holy places to me...
That was something wonderful I inherited from her.
xo
Hops
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I got another hair cut, it is good, no tears, no neurotic reactions
I go see my ex-hippie, minister, therapist "hair master sensei" today.
The "hair" is short and still light copper-y something (he gets to do whatever he thinks looks good for me; I'm still not the best judge of that)...
but lately, I've been thinking how it's kinda "dishonest" - like I'm trying to be something I'm not. Been thinking about letting it grow long and all white again... Or maybe I just don't FEEL like I fit the "still young & crazy after all these years" image lately.
Do we have to express the "inside" us... with our outsides.................. or can the "outside" influence who we feel like, inside???
Bean: the tears... and all... that happens to me at the dentist. I know it's all tied to the past... and I've told the dentist too. I still avoid them.
Why can't we just close the door on the past... and only deal with the present? what's right here... right now... and not feel as though we're a squash that's been grown into a funny face mold (all the yuck permanently written on us) and now it's not possible to see, feel, do, BE anything else except what we were forced into being???
It's too early in the morning; I'm not making any sense again.
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My small step is going to be to get my lazy ass out of bed, and go get a haircut and visit the consignment shop for a nice new top. I have a geezer date this evening.
Yesterday I slipped back several steps...it was binge eating of carbs and sugary stuff. Awful sensation, quite out of control. (At work, after being very short on sleep...and a smorgasbord of junk food I kept going back to.)
That voice: A moment on the lips, lifetime on the hips..heard it, didn't care. It was that underwater comfort-seeking behavior. I was too tired to resist my craving doppelganger. Regrets today. But que sera.
I think part of it was that yesterday was my daughter's birthday. I wasn't distraught, but clearly a part of me needed comfort, and found the wrong kind.
So. OUTTA bed!
It is a beautiful day and once I get out in it, I know I'll feel better.
love
Hops
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Hi, have nothing to say, only that I read Skep, Two P, and Hops.
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The geezer was okay, we got along well.
I want to figure out whether he's negative or weary.
He appears to want affirmation and I am nurturing.
But I should stay aware that I'm looking for nurturing too.
Hmmm. Like him enough to see him again, and that's mutual.
So oerhaps we'll get to know each other.
No "sparks" or fantasies but that's not what I'm seeking these days.
No future stuff. Just in the now, for the now, whatever it is...while
getting to know someone. No rush.
ONE day, if one of these geezer connections grows, I'll want more.
But not now.
Weekends go too fast and I'm waaaaaaaaaaaaaay behind on personal
paperwork, etc. But the weather is stunning.
xo
Hops
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:lol: Geezer connections-- too funny Hops
Glad you are enjoying the weather, Fall is always enjoyable to see.
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Purged my clothes closet today. Hadn't planned it. Ahhhh
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Well I took my son to a protest demonstration in London this evening, protesting against fuel prices and wage cuts in the UK - the rich get richer and the poor get poorer.
I have wanted to do something like that for such a long time but with no-one to care for my son and him unable to join in things like that I've never been able to. But after trying out that festival (and him loving it) I felt more confident and when I saw this advertised - quite small, early evening and a reasonable distance for us to travel - I decided to give it a go and I'm really glad I did! He did really well, I wouldn't go so far as to say he enjoyed it as he got a bit bored but I bought him chips and hot chocolate on the way home and he did like that :) It was a very friendly, low key event; I did sense a change in atmosphere later in the evening and the police presence increased really quickly so I decided to leave at that point, but I came away with loads of info about other events we can get involved in and just felt like I was actually doing something worthwhile and interesting rather than just filling up my day. So I am a happy bunny :)
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Oh good for YOU!!!!
Tupp the
citizen!
Bravo! Yay! Now there's community!
(I'm so tickled...)
:D
Hops
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Oh good for YOU!!!!
Tupp the
citizen!
Bravo! Yay! Now there's community!
(I'm so tickled...)
:D
Hops
Ha! Thanks, Hops :) It was great. I am very tired today! But happy :)