My dad took me to see AC/DC on their black ice tour back when I was in 6th grade. We were pretty up high but I remember having so much fun. I can still smell the beer that was spilled all over my hoodie sleeve. The next year I would start my descent into my emo phase up until sophomore year.
i saw ink at a big venue, but my friend and i were really close to the stage and got to sing our hearts out and jump around and dance, and it was amazing. the psychedelic furs were at pappy and harriet’s, a much smaller outdoor venue, and i went with my mum. we stood near the back and sang and absorbed the music, and it was also amazing.
An owl visited me and a few weeks later my mom died. I wrote to her in my journal and a man approached me and offered to read me a Rumi poem about being at peace with death. I spoke to my therapist about trusting my gut and taking more chances, and a hawk landed right in front of me on the walk home. Look up moments that feel extraordinary. The universe is in constant communication with us if we listen to it.
I do this in a blank google doc. I light a candle, set a 1 hour timer, turn on ambient music, lean back in my chair and let my fingers fly. I've been trying this without a topic in mind, just letting my fingers go and writing whatever comes up. It's like a meditation combined with journaling, but without the anxiety of examining what you write as you're writing it. Try to go for a full hour and see what you discover. I suppose a caveat is being good at typing, but I have the hours spent typing on AIM in middle school to thank for that.
This also works with suggesting to do a nice favor for someone 'offer to give their cast iron a nice scrub!' He knows I will never do this which makes the joke more fun to play very sincere.
