Hey Bunnies. My space bar isn’t working so forgive me if #everythingisahashtag. Did you guys ever read that horrifying Hans Christian Andersen story The Red Shoes where this asshole girl #justwantstodance in her ruby kicks and thusly parties so intently that she forgets to be a nice person and then some voodoo stuff happens and she literally can’t stop dancing and has to slice her feet off… but her amputated feet keep dancing….?!?!?!?! So that’s sort of like me and my space bar situation. Just think about it.
So it’s Friday and there’s a lot to love. I’m going apple picking this weekend. I’m drinking malort mai tais. My roommate and I are going to start a garden/composting operation in the hopes of connecting with
mother nature our celeb neighbor. I’m close to finishing a fun drawing and I worked on the book a little this week. But mostly, I slowed down… less in a marathon-watch-Orange-is-the-New-Black-and-shove-granola-in-your-face kind of way; more in a read-about-spiritual-fulfillment-underneath-the-Eagle-statue-in-the-square kind of way. Time spent proactively making myself a little more whole with no other end goal in mind.
Look. Sometimes I need to be a vegetable (we are what we eat, after all.) Conversely, oftentimes I’m very results focused - too focused to enjoy the process (of writing, usually). And once in too blue of a moon, I actively enrich my soul and ask for nothing in return… no completed works, no hot yoga bod, no paycheck. I read in the square. I take long walks
on the the beach down Milwaukee. I meditate on the train and occasionally forget where I am and close my eyes and maybe hum to myself a bit. It’s cool. I’m surrounded by creepy, humming (grinning, murderous) company. Giving yourself space for spiritual growth changes your brain chemistry. You start to notice things – and you actually think about the world outside of yourself. When I take care of myself, and give myself what I need, I don’t desperately seek love and acknowledgement from the universe at large. I’m there for people. I empathize. My heart breaks every minute for people who need love and acknowledgement more than I do: teenage Marines wearing their uniforms and braces (the orthodontia KILLS me) on the subway. The very old. The very young. The very homeless.
Friends, it’s never selfish to make time for yourself. Give yourself what you need, and you’ll need less from others. You’ll crave less – you’ll be less of a drain on the world’s collective energy. You’ll be a giver instead of a taker and it won’t deplete you. You’ll be putting yourself in the position to do good… which is what we all want, I think. Some of us just never get there.
That’s all, girlfran/boyfran. Be nice to yourself this weekend. Listen to this song on repeat. Quit complaining and pull your head out of the sand #projecting and love up on each other. That’s an order.