November 2011
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Sleeping In by The Postal Service
Again last night I had that strange dream
where everything was just how it seemedÂ
where concerns about the world getting warmer
the people thought they were just being rewardedÂ
for treating as they’d like to be treated
for obeying stop signs and curing diseases
for mailing letters with the address of the sender
now we can swim any day in NovemberÂ
It’s been ungodly warm for late November in Vermont, so I just had to.
The District Sleeps Alone Tonight (Postal Service Cover)
Birdy
the district sleeps alone tonight (postal service cover) // birdy
girl, i wish that we could be friends irl. you are so chill.
right back at you, for serious. :)
all I want for Christmas is the Super 8 DVD and an english bulldog puppy named either Astro or Kate Moss.
You seem incredibly at ease with yourself. I so admire you for that. You give me hope and I feel recommitted to try to do the same. Thank you.
I am so flattered that I could give you hope. And I am so glad.
Still, I feel obligated to admit that I think you flatter me too much. I feel so unsure of… everything… including myself, with some frequency.
I do try though. I try very hard to realize and appreciate and remember how wonderful everything is. To know and feel that everything is okay and enough. That I am okay and enough.
So, I suppose I aspire to be as you’ve depicted me. To quote the Van Gogh I posted recently, which am kind of obsessed with right now: I’m seeking, I’m striving, I’m in it with all my heart.
And the moments when, even fleetingly, I actually feel a sense of ease… well, it’s fabulous, and worth the tougher bits of struggle in life.
But, thank you. This made me smile, even if I think it’s a bit too kind.
Now that I am internalizing how fleeting this all is, now that I realized how much I love my little life here and how charmed it is and how soon it is all about to go away, I love even the little things.
Suddenly working my butt off in the library at 10 pm on a Tuesday next to a few good friends who are doing the same seems kind of special and fantastic.
I am appreciative. I am happy. It, this, is enough.
I feel like it’s weird that as I toy with the idea of “big girl clothing,” I’m looking at girls school uniform shirts.
But it’s the peter pan collars! I just want all the peter pan collars!
(And the deals! Kids clothing is so cheap!)
I want to put more weight on the good things. I feel like I’ve been struggling this semester, but out of some of the hardest things came the best words said, and out of the struggle I’m finding my way.
I need to stop focusing on the messy bits and start focusing on the good ones. They are what matter, anyway.
Life is not so tragic. I don’t want to make it feel like it is, especially when there is so much to feel good about.
