So many things I want to tell someone yet know no one really cares about. This is what blogs are good for.
& I’m binge eating rather than running & blogging rather than screening journaling & for the first time ever my nails are long enough to break. I’ve been biting them since the womb (I gather). Got a manicure three weeks ago (a month ago, maybe?) & haven’t bitten since.
Midday drunk on Friday. Can’t wait. So much excitement this months– camping & weddings& readings–
Had a dream this fall that Cathy Park Hong was my thesis advisor. Emailed her today & told her this. This might be a way to trust the divine feminine.
Reading Siddhartha & desperately want a novel of awakening in which the woman does not die or is the spiritual aspirant rather than a stepping stone to a man’s. I want to write Kamala’s story, free her from role & history (though she’s pretty badass in her own ways, don’t get me wrong).
Chose meditating over running these next two days, don’t have time for both.
Hanging out with Rena& her daughter today made me want to move to Portland & reproduce. This article in the New York Times did not help…
present-centered, Megan, present-centered. (Life is fulfilling here. Build community, the life you like, keep out the capitalist/soulless rush…)
