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kjpepperEver have one of those moments where for a second all the bullshit is cut and for once the soul feels clean, naked and freshly scrubbed?
I had one of those early Sunday morning. It's kinda gone now, but it was kinda cool to have that moment of utter clarity for a while. Of course I am never that clear normally - it always seems to be a reaction to some sort of trauma. In this case it was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
morlock finding a way through my filters. The last time was when I got hit by the car, so that should be a good illustration of what I mean. But it's cool. The noise turns off and for a couple of seconds before the veil of static and noise descends, I can see where I'm going. I think I would like to work on acheiving that feeling more often. Preferably without the trauma.
I also had a rare moment last night and this morning where I didn't hold the idea of getting sleep in complete contempt. Instead last night when I came downstairs I went right to bed for once. And this morning I woke up still sleepy and for once appreciating the idea of sleeping. I should do more of that too. Think I'll do some tonight, though I should be working on processing wedding pics formorlock and sydneycat's album.
Cutting the bullshit gonads and strife from one's life is such a process.
Fuuuuuuuuck, it's raining out there. Ick. Going to either have to find my slicker or an umbrella so I don't get soaked later. Also, while it has much convenience potential that Peter Pan is next door to us, the last bus that stopped belched exhaust and that nasty sweet smell the insides of those coaches always have (think rancid rotting bubble gum) right into my window. Nice.
Sunny's making pancakes. :)
I had one of those early Sunday morning. It's kinda gone now, but it was kinda cool to have that moment of utter clarity for a while. Of course I am never that clear normally - it always seems to be a reaction to some sort of trauma. In this case it was
morlock finding a way through my filters. The last time was when I got hit by the car, so that should be a good illustration of what I mean. But it's cool. The noise turns off and for a couple of seconds before the veil of static and noise descends, I can see where I'm going. I think I would like to work on acheiving that feeling more often. Preferably without the trauma.I also had a rare moment last night and this morning where I didn't hold the idea of getting sleep in complete contempt. Instead last night when I came downstairs I went right to bed for once. And this morning I woke up still sleepy and for once appreciating the idea of sleeping. I should do more of that too. Think I'll do some tonight, though I should be working on processing wedding pics for
morlock and sydneycat's album.Cutting the bullshit gonads and strife from one's life is such a process.
Fuuuuuuuuck, it's raining out there. Ick. Going to either have to find my slicker or an umbrella so I don't get soaked later. Also, while it has much convenience potential that Peter Pan is next door to us, the last bus that stopped belched exhaust and that nasty sweet smell the insides of those coaches always have (think rancid rotting bubble gum) right into my window. Nice.
Sunny's making pancakes. :)
