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(NOTE: Many of my entries have been "friends only" lately. So if you are reading this, please comment. I want to know who reads it and I also don't want to leave people out if they "deserve" to be on the list. Am I an official snob now, or what? Or what.)
Then you sleep for nine-plus hours and feel groggy but better. (Or rather, I sleep for nine-plus hours and feel groggy but better.) I'm ready to go to work today: busyness! ice cream! people! lots of smiling! And it's only for four hours, which is feels a lot better than the eight-and-a-half hours of a week ago. Was that only a week ago? It was, but that's hard to believe. Change goes in sweeps.
(I'm not sure if that last sentence resembles proper word usage, but I can imagine the "whoosh" sound and everything.)
Also: I'm remembering the stuff that was making me happy before the confusion that was Tuesday. My painting got into the New Artists show. Chicago is really soon! Last night, Molly told me how the groups are divided up. This Painting field-trip to the Art Institute has filled me with excitement for a couple of months. a) I haven't been on a field-trip since 7th grade, unless going to Kings Island with jr. high band on a Saturday counts. Even so, it's been years. b) I've been to the Art Institute several times, but never with my friends and never coupled with missing school and never at a time when I've been so consistently giddy about art. Spring weather is just so happy. I wonder how much of happiness is just allowing oneself to feel it. I wonder if I'm brushing aside the permission I gave myself yesterday to feel sad, if it will come up later in some strange way. I wonder if I share too much or too little here, if this place is inadequate because I can't fully explain or if it is something like a Confessional where the conversation topics aren't limited to sin.
Then you sleep for nine-plus hours and feel groggy but better. (Or rather, I sleep for nine-plus hours and feel groggy but better.) I'm ready to go to work today: busyness! ice cream! people! lots of smiling! And it's only for four hours, which is feels a lot better than the eight-and-a-half hours of a week ago. Was that only a week ago? It was, but that's hard to believe. Change goes in sweeps.
(I'm not sure if that last sentence resembles proper word usage, but I can imagine the "whoosh" sound and everything.)
Also: I'm remembering the stuff that was making me happy before the confusion that was Tuesday. My painting got into the New Artists show. Chicago is really soon! Last night, Molly told me how the groups are divided up. This Painting field-trip to the Art Institute has filled me with excitement for a couple of months. a) I haven't been on a field-trip since 7th grade, unless going to Kings Island with jr. high band on a Saturday counts. Even so, it's been years. b) I've been to the Art Institute several times, but never with my friends and never coupled with missing school and never at a time when I've been so consistently giddy about art. Spring weather is just so happy. I wonder how much of happiness is just allowing oneself to feel it. I wonder if I'm brushing aside the permission I gave myself yesterday to feel sad, if it will come up later in some strange way. I wonder if I share too much or too little here, if this place is inadequate because I can't fully explain or if it is something like a Confessional where the conversation topics aren't limited to sin.
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