My Honey told me that his sister said she’s glad that he’s finally picked a girlfriend that’s normal compared to the other crazy girls that he’s had in the past. I cracked up when I heard this. It made me wonder what kind of crazy girlfriends he really had but at the same time, I don’t really care because it’s the past. If they weren’t diagnosed with something and might or should be diagnosed with something then I feel bad for them because how can you infiltrate a problem with a solution when you can’t focus or define the crazy. How can they improve and grow in their lives? Bah, I don’t give a fuck. That’s on them. You can’t help a problem who won’t have the desire to help themselves, so whatever. But, I think I get it. It could be the age thing, too because I’m a few years older than them. Who knows. It could be a personality thing, but what matters now is that his sister loves me. His words. And, if she only knew the bag of nuts I carry…
I have been craving lately. And, so far, I have been successful with finding them and making them come true. Chocolate Chip Pumpkin Cookies the size of my palm from Seattle’s Pike Place Market, French Toast from Portage somewhere down town in Seattle and now I was able to do a quick run to the grocery store for some chocolate milk. But beforehand, when I had to get up, I was craving for Pho. It is so much easier to find Pho in Seattle, but I really had to get going and get my shit packed and ready for the night before since I start working again tomorrow. So… I decided to just buy some instant noodles, but the cuisine type—Thai Garlic and Thai Basil– YUM. You know, the spendy type. Three bucks, oooooo. So special.
I would write about my trip, but this blog would end up being another one thousand and something words but I don’t know how to write up to 500 or a little under a thousand because I’m so detail-oriented. Too much to say or there’s just so much shit to think about that just ends up a stream of consciousness of brain dump.
Plans for the week: catch up on laundry, vacuum the place, and clean the bathroom. Then, reflect on the past week: did not meditate for 3 days in a row and did not get to listen to motivational speeches either. I won’t beat myself up for it, but I gotta’ keep going with the 30-day and 90-day experiments and keep documenting and keep journaling/tracking on my log journal. The major project is going to be decluttering my room—everything OLD MUST GO. EVERYTHING. Sell or donate. I don’t care. Just go. And, I gotta’ find a way to have a gratitude session a day. It’s not enough to wake up and sit there for a minute and go, “Wait, before you get out of bed, find three things to be grateful for,” and then spit three things out I already said the day before and then hop out of bed. If I can do a mindful practice… and then, got it. Tea. I just recently picked up a new hobby—collecting tea sets. My very first tea set consists of a cute tray for my tea set, a cute tray for my tea bag, a cute tea cup and they all have a quote on them that says, “Keep calm and drink tea.” I bought 2 sets. One for work and one for home. Every time I make tea, I take my time and really listen to the hot water pouring into my tea cup, listen to the tingling tap of my teaspoon, then holding the tray and walking towards the table where my Mandalas are waiting for me so I can color for an hour or two. So relaxing… okay, hit my 500 mark. Been so long… I’m done writing for the night.
Got a long way to go. Nope. Not really. I actually have…
A LOOOOOOOOOOONG FUCKING WAAAAAAAAAY TO GO.
And remember. Don’t react. Don’t respond. Go beyond… and RISE.
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