Just because they’re your family doesn’t mean you’re tied to them. She learned that the hard way. Birds, cats, squirrels. Sometimes it’s time for the young to leave the nest. For good. So she fought the fight. The fight for independence. It’s something she doesn’t talk about because in many cultures people assume your mother loves you and that family is a warm place. At even the slightest mention she’s shunned and judged. “But it’s your mother.” “Oh, she loves you.” These are the dismissive words she grew up hearing. She didn’t understand the gravity of the situation until she began therapy. Thank goodness she did. Thank goodness she left. Last year she was able to attend school as an emancipated student and she never looked back. Prior to that she was in danger of being homeless. Some say she was. But she stuck to her guns. The risk was entirely worth not going back there and having no control over her own happiness. While her emotionally taxing Spring 2017 semester was coming to an end she secured a job and found a place to live which doubled as a dog business. All in the knick of time. From there, sleepless nights with separation anxiety crazed dogs. …
Written by a twenty-something who just mainly likes to get things done
Without unconventional risk you get conventional results. Decide to be radical, but don’t decide. Just be radical. Don’t like something? Change it. The only thing stopping you is you. Freedom? True freedom? This is how you achieve it.
Be calm, because without it you lose clarity. Be neutral because the universe is. Be accepting of the outcome, because you know you’ve done all you could to the fullest of your ability. Then learn. It’s okay to be unsure- uncertain- nervous. That’s how you know you’re onto something new- that you’re in uncharted territory.
And when you strike gold, finally, be accepting again. Because you finally did it. Be grateful, be surprised, be overwhelmed, be humbled. Be ready to do it all over again.
Oh beautiful, I love it when you greet me. The way you greet me. The sweet sound of your melodic voice. When you do it in public- that’s when you’ve taken it a bit too far, though. I’m not one for PDA. But still, I appreciate it. I know you work hard for us, and you don’t huff and puff when you do. If I ask you to do something you never drag your feet. You don’t spiral and show your true colors when you’ve had enough like some of the others. They think you’re ugly, but I know you’re not. Sometimes you dress your best and sometimes you don’t. What’s pretty anyway when you don’t have any substance behind the window to your soul? They stole your ideas, your style, anyway. You’re always improving. And drastically. I can see you’re trying. …
They say we’re destroying the Earth,
But that’s a tale of lies.
We’re the ones at risk,
The Earth, the universe will always go on,
We’re the ones who’ll phase out with the dawn.
Looking forward to the day,
When Earth gives us the boot
Because we took her for granted,
Raided for loot.
Should we count all the ways
we’re destroying ourselves?
Common viruses getting stronger,
time only tells.
Penicillin failure, antibiotic abuse,
It’s like we never learn,
What’s the excuse?
While some remain incredulous,
It becomes more difficult to trust
That we’ll do the right thing
But even still will that…
This is part two to the blog post White Noise Costs $2.75
Here goes nothin’… 2:30pm on the dot. Sunday, Feb 2nd 2020. Everyone is pretty much working to themselves. The only ones I can really hear are the baristas. It seems coffee shops have progressed to be more of a “focus and work on your own” place to get away from distractions in a new environment. 🤔
Hearing something about “should… family.” “I was like…” “Maybe I should have…”
The music and the white noise of the bar is great at masking sound.
“Hi how are you”…
Or maybe even the cost of a minty hot chocolate, short, with almond milk and whipped cream.
An Exercise in Overhearing. NYC.
With a city so loud you’d think you’d be able to hear everything. This is what I learned: white noise costs $2.75.
But first and foremost, I can’t, won’t, sho’nt take credit for this idea. A lovely professor of mine assigned this this past week. Shout out to you. And thanks.
8:21 am (Jan 29, Wed)
So I’m tryna do this thing…
Let’s see how it goes
On the newer model MTA subway train and the muffle of the cooling system seems to act as a white noise buffer between deciphering what anyone may be saying. Interestingly enough it’s pretty quiet- well NYC quiet- with the exception a few words here and there. I noticed the same masking of volume on this model of train yesterday evening. What I can hear: the screeching of the tracks, the blowing of the cooling system, the rumble of this train and others as they travel through the tunnel. …