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Letting yourself go

What a beautiful phrase. The joyful abandonment of inhibition, of self-regulation. I’m the sheep & the shepherd. I lay down my shears & let the woolly overcoat overgrow, soft & warm; slow, sweet suffocation. So much of life is the imposition of strict mandates on the self. One must be rigorous, one must be vigilant, one must never tire. Man am I tired. Tomorrow I’ll awaken bleary eyed & aching. I’ll promise myself over my roommate’s canned cold brew drink that ”this is it”. I will once again conduct a coup and install a tyrannical regime of self improvement. But tonight, my belly is fat with cheeseburger & strawberry milkshake, my eyes are swimming in blue light. This is how I sleep soundly. Sometimes when I drive at night & the road is empty, I turn the headlights off. It’s unsustainable to drive like that forever— if I did that I’d crash. But man, those few moments when the headlights are off & I’m hurtling into the dark. That’s what driving is all about.

@steelyfan1998

May 20, 2024

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Song of the open road

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,  Healthy, free, the world before me,  The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.  Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,  Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,  Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,  Strong and content I travel the open road.  The earth, that is sufficient,  I do not want the constellations any nearer,  I know they are very well where they are,  I know they suffice for those who belong to them.  (Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,  I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever I go,  I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them,  I am fill’d with them, and I will fill them in return.)

@moondancesummertime

Dec 16, 2023

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Yes we can talk by mark nepo

Having loved enough and lost enough, I am no longer searching, just opening. No longer trying to make sense of pain, but trying to be a soft and sturdy home in which real things can land. These are the irritations that rub into a pearl So we can talk awhile but then we must listen, the way rocks listen to the sea And we can churn at all that goes wrong but then we must lay all distractions down, and water every living seed. And yes, on nights like tonight I too feel alone, but seldom do I face it squarely enough to see that it is a door into the endless breath that has no breather into the surf that human shells call god.

@sillygirltypebeat

Nov 20, 2024

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joining your local college or alternative radio station

Best thing I did this year. Forces me to work with a limited library of records, CDs, and cassettes, which makes me learn new music outside of an algorithm. I have joined Ann Arbor’s wcbn and it’s a great third space and a community full of different ages and life experiences. So wholesome and a great way to unwind!!

@mayaday

Nov 26, 2024

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morning pages

that is, free writing 2-3 pages right when you wake up. i am spiritually, psychologically, creatively transformed by morning pages. you think it’ll just help you creatively but i feel much less in my head and more out in the world after dumping my thoughts out onto the page.

@mayaday

Mar 13, 2025

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Treating yourself like an animal

I have to take myself on a walk or I’ll get the zoomies late at night I have to drink water even tho I’m like a cat and can go days without it… I have to eat more than pasta and pastries or I’ll feel decrepid I have to be stimulated or I’ll binge real housewives til my eyes hurt… I’ll be anxious, feel negatively towards loved ones, and think of existential reasons I feel the way I do but for the most part these unmet necessities underly my agonizing condition

@mayaday

Jan 3, 2025