This week has flown by quickly, and I am happy to say that the weekend is just around the corner. I can't wait to return to my apartment on Friday night and never leave again--until Sunday. Still trying to regroup from the Cali trip. I always forget that I need time to myself when I am scheduling myself for an intensive weekend hanging out with friends. This weekend should make up for that.
Anyway, I have been repeating the phrase, "Don't ask me why" all week. So, obviously it's stuck in my head.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Song of the Day: Tuesday
As much as I like to travel and visit friends, it's a stressful endeavor. Toward the end I am tired and cranky and just want to crawl into my bed to sleep for days on end. Getting home late and functioning on about 5 hours of sleep because you have to go in is no fun. Add to that the horror of scarring and discoloration from a routine medical treatment and the nurse's dismissive response to it all, and you will find me a whiny pissed off mess. Yes, it's true!
That was my Monday. And it rolled over into Tuesday as well. Luckily Switchfoot sings lullabies to me in my head. Unluckily, I already used my lullaby in a previous posting. So, here's another one of Switchfoot's calming songs.
That was my Monday. And it rolled over into Tuesday as well. Luckily Switchfoot sings lullabies to me in my head. Unluckily, I already used my lullaby in a previous posting. So, here's another one of Switchfoot's calming songs.
Monday, March 5, 2012
Song of the Day: Sunday
I spent a long weekend in LA. It was good to go. It was good to come home. As I think and process the weekend, this is the song that comes into my head. Don't ask me why.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Song of the Day: Saturday
This weekend I've been in California visiting friends. My original intent was to attend a conference that got postponed. So, instead I got to spend time with friends in the area. It was a weekend well spent.
I got to share on a deeper level with a couple of my friends. We were vulnerable with each other. That seems to be the kind of thing that knits hearts together and I like that. They trusted me and I trusted them.
This Rich Mullins song, in a way, echoes that. It speaks of accepting friends as they come and helping them to be better versions of themselves. In essence, being your brother's or sister's keeper.
I got to share on a deeper level with a couple of my friends. We were vulnerable with each other. That seems to be the kind of thing that knits hearts together and I like that. They trusted me and I trusted them.
This Rich Mullins song, in a way, echoes that. It speaks of accepting friends as they come and helping them to be better versions of themselves. In essence, being your brother's or sister's keeper.
Friday, March 2, 2012
Song of the Day: Friday
In Cali today with my friend CLW. We've been dragging a bit today because my flight got in just before midnight. We didn't do a lot: eat, talk, eat, listen to music, eat, drink tea.
We talked a lot. It was strange because, in a lot of ways, we are strangers but we feel so comfortable around each other. The recurring theme that's come up in our convos today is getting permission from ourselves and others to be ourselves.
Thinking on this theme, this song seems apropos: a song that talks about standing on the outside of yourself because you are worried or afraid what will happen when you are fully yourself.
We talked a lot. It was strange because, in a lot of ways, we are strangers but we feel so comfortable around each other. The recurring theme that's come up in our convos today is getting permission from ourselves and others to be ourselves.
Thinking on this theme, this song seems apropos: a song that talks about standing on the outside of yourself because you are worried or afraid what will happen when you are fully yourself.
Song of the Day: Thursday
Today was yet another quick slow day. This was the song on my mind. For some reason, I kept thinking "But you know sometimes I'm a liar." Could be because someone has recently implied that I lie. Who knows. Anyway, the Violent Femmes.
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