life

emotions

For the first time in my mem­ory, I don’t feel bad about feel­ing, any­thing at all, happy, sad, excite­ment, fear, ner­vous­ness, and on and on.

I feel like me.

And I like being able to be open and hon­est about how I feel, with myself if I’m shy, or with friends and fam­ily if I want/need their sup­port, advice, etc.

Mostly though, I find I feel excited. Excited by being happy, excited to just be me, and excited to move forward.

still here

I feel guilty for not blog­ging the past few days.

I also feel kind of strange that my pat­tern seems to be con­tin­u­ing, so far, of being totally right about peo­ple hav­ing the wrong frame of ref­er­ence for me, but also, about being very wrong in all my pre­dic­tions of how those peo­ple will react once they have the right frame of reference.

So now I’m start­ing to feel like I’m wait­ing for the other shoe to drop, again.

I just want to be able to move on with my life, I want to con­tinue to feel good about myself every­day, and I want the peo­ple I care about to know that I feel good about myself, and that maybe, my life will actu­ally turn out ok now

I also want a cam­era again, and I’m sure any­one who reads my blog is tired of me post­ing that, since real­is­ti­cally, nobody is going to spend $2k on cam­era and lens, just because I put it on an inter­net “wishlist.”

Still though, I really miss pho­tog­ra­phy, I don’t think I ever real­ized just how much I enjoyed it, until I sold my camera.

delighted

I never would have thought that I’d be so delighted by being wrong about people.

reconnecting

So I’ve been blog­ging a lot lately (as if peo­ple can’t tell merely from read­ing) and its made me real­ize that while I’m inten­tion­ally vague and obscure online, that I need a place to be open and hon­est, and for me, thats turned out to be writ­ing in a phys­i­cal jour­nal, by hand again.

And while this will only really mean any­thing to maybe two peo­ple, I bought a cheap(ish) foun­tain pen, and new jour­nal as a kind of blank slate/new begin­ning and also to be a reminder for myself to actu­ally write, be open and hon­est with myself, and keep mov­ing for­ward, and its work­ing already.

Any­way, in my search for this blank slate, I’ve been find­ing all sorts of pens, inks, and jour­nals that seem to have sparked a new inter­est in me, and I’ve added a cou­ple items to my wish­list, but really want a few “Can­teo” A5 sized ruled note­books, but alas, they’ve yet to find a U.S. dis­trib­uter, and the only North Amer­i­can sup­plier I can find is Nota-Bene in Canada, and with inter­na­tional ship­ping an A5 sized ruled Can­teo ends up cost­ing almost $40 usd, and is thus out of my price-range.

Shame­less plea over =)

one step forward

So, I’m sure most peo­ple know that emo­tions can feed on each other; its easy to get depressed about being depressed, or become anx­ious about being anx­ious (for any­one famil­iar with me and my past blogs, yes, I’m lame, and totally quot­ing Zefrank again.) Any­way, this week­end was kind of like that, one day of emo­tional exhaus­tion became an entire week­end of emo­tional exhaus­tion, and that’s been a really good thing it turns out.

Of course, I’m smug, so I have to point out that I’m now two for two on being right that peo­ple view me with the wrong frame of ref­er­ence, and sadly infer some really bad (and alto­gether wrong and untrue) con­clu­sions because of it.

In a lot of ways, I’m excited, and its a refresh­ing feel­ing since its some­thing I’ve not felt in a long time, and of course I’m also relieved to finally have some cathar­sis, though I’m still scared, and in some ways still lost (job/career advice any­one?), at least I know that I’m mak­ing the right deci­sions for me at a very deep level, if only I could deal with my every­day issues now.