1. I read the labels on my clothing and obey them when I launder.
2. I ask people's names on the phone when dealing with services and I write down dates and names on those bills.
3. I buy the younger people at my job lunch - even though the only difference between they and I is age.
4. I find it harder to jump off cliffs- metaphorically and literally. I'm not sure where in the spectrum of it all that lands me. Do I now have a healthy dose of realism or a stunting dose of fear. And as a coda to this- in general I care less about hip and more about security often in my life.
5. I get excited and proud of myself when i file and take care of things- accomplishing and unloading bureaucratic crap makes me happy.
6. I am getting more spider veins like my mom- but i did not have the two births to earn them
7. I start yawning at 11pm
8. I can't bare trying to talk to someone in a loud environment
9. I make my friends call me when they arrive home safely
10. I am nesting- seriously nesting- in a way I have never before and I am starting to realize that before when I was getting annoyed with myself for not picking an exact style or hanging crap up in my old apartment that I was berating myself unnecessarily so. I was not being lazy- I was simply not ready to settle. I was in limbo. How could this be in my own home?- who knows?
Now I just generated this list off the hip and made it as much to ponder it as it was sort of floating in my head. There are little aspects of me revolving around organization and neatness that show me that either I am growing up- or in someway providing my own stability in a exceedingly chaotic environment.
2. I ask people's names on the phone when dealing with services and I write down dates and names on those bills.
3. I buy the younger people at my job lunch - even though the only difference between they and I is age.
4. I find it harder to jump off cliffs- metaphorically and literally. I'm not sure where in the spectrum of it all that lands me. Do I now have a healthy dose of realism or a stunting dose of fear. And as a coda to this- in general I care less about hip and more about security often in my life.
5. I get excited and proud of myself when i file and take care of things- accomplishing and unloading bureaucratic crap makes me happy.
6. I am getting more spider veins like my mom- but i did not have the two births to earn them
7. I start yawning at 11pm
8. I can't bare trying to talk to someone in a loud environment
9. I make my friends call me when they arrive home safely
10. I am nesting- seriously nesting- in a way I have never before and I am starting to realize that before when I was getting annoyed with myself for not picking an exact style or hanging crap up in my old apartment that I was berating myself unnecessarily so. I was not being lazy- I was simply not ready to settle. I was in limbo. How could this be in my own home?- who knows?
Now I just generated this list off the hip and made it as much to ponder it as it was sort of floating in my head. There are little aspects of me revolving around organization and neatness that show me that either I am growing up- or in someway providing my own stability in a exceedingly chaotic environment.
