With maturity and wisdom comes the ability to enjoy bird watching. Prior to now I misunderstood the activity completely, and in a lot of ways I still have a lot to learn. I donāt pencil bird watching into my schedule, I donāt have bird species memorized, I donāt have a pair of binoculars in my bag, but I find myself watching birds occasionally, and I really enjoy it. For example, on my birthday this year, I decided to spend the day alone (I get emo on my birthday), and I took myself to the beach. I walked for a while before deciding to sit and watch birds. I watched birds for almost an hour and I had a beautifully relaxing time. They really donāt do anything miraculous, but there is something meditative about watching them eat soggy crumbs off the ground and ruffle their little feathers for reasons unknown. I wouldnāt be surprised if I end up taking it seriously in my older age⦠I guess weāll have to see.
I have an obsession with birds that is horribly mundane. I donāt know much in terms of identification, classification etc.
but⦠I am deeply moved by their ability to exist in the air, in water, on soft patches of grass, and in between here and there.
I love crows a lot, simply because of where I used to live. every sunset, a āmurderā or flock of them would pass over the sky. Their persistence reminded me to keep going.
I love birds so much. shoutout the birds for real
an hour of bird watching sounds like a lovely mindful experience. ive been thinking about this a lot lately, my growing enjoyment of birds. itās v cool how much more we appreciate the small things as we age. the more aware i become of my own mortality, the more i come to appreciate the beautiful things i encounter daily.
the formally independent (recently acquired by studio movie grill LOL) River Oaks Theatre was a place where i saw so many beautiful movies and seeing this one rlly sutck with me! twas a feast for the eyes
I have two (minor) issues in my life that have both been solved by a single action. The issues are, 1) I eat too fast and it causes me a number of horrific digestional issues and 2) I donāt read as much as I would like to. The solution is, reading while I eat. I discovered this by accident. I go through disciplinary phases where I force myself not to consume any form of internet content. During one of these phases, I found myself bored while eating my lunch alone and I decided to entertain myself with a book. Little did I know how delightful this would truly be. The physical requirements of reading a book forced me to slow down my eating, I think I added 20 minutes to my eating process by simply adding a book to the equation. Now, my stomach hurts less and Iām reading more books. Hurray!
This is the best show I have seen in years. It checks every box for me, itās humorous, itās investigative, itās light-hearted, and itās genius. It has everything needed to be a ācomfort show,ā and that it is for me. I put this show on anytime I donāt have anything else I want to watchĀ (which is often because I hate starting new television ventures out of fear of disliking them and being plagued with guilt about not watching enough to fully judge. I will say to myself, āmaybe it will get better if I watch for a bit longer?ā until I have finished the entire thing and wasted 2-6 hours of my life, etc). John Wilson has created the perfect show.
One thing you must know about me is that I always have my nails done. My legs can be unshaved, hair can look like shit, skin in need of dermatological intervention, but my nails will ALWAYS BE DONE. This is a non-negotiable part of my routine. However, it used to be a stressful bi-weekly appointment due to decision fatigue. Should I get a design on my nails? Should I try a new color? What if hate my choice and Iām stuck with it for weeks? I say āused to beā because after years of trial and error, I have finally figured out my go-to nail color. Listen, It might not seem like a big discovery to you, especially because my go-to color is literally just a deep shade of red (the most obvious color on the planet that everyone has been defaulting to since 1500 BC probably), but to me, this is a sigh of relief. I have had fleeting phases in the past where I thought I had found my color (beige, white, baby pink, the list goes on), but deep red feels like forever. It matches every outfit, Iām satisfied after every manicure, and the anxiety of uncertainty that has plagued nail appointments for years has vanished. I am free.