By "my dork" I mean what Lights Me UP. The specific and eccentric set of stuff that tickles my fancy and fills me up with goodness. Over at 1,001 Son Days I've managed to curate a lovely set of bloggers focusing on the positive and fanciful in this world. I'm spending as much conscious time possible thinking happy thoughts. Sprinkling damn sparkly fairy dust on myself and my loved ones (or those who just happen to be nearby) and believing that a new world that is hopeful does still exist. And! What I'm really proud of right this second is that I'm doing this despite the hours a day I spend listening to panic, doom, and "balanced information" on NPR stations. OK, sometimes they have happy stories too.
It is really helping me that I specifically choose what images I let in my life! If something leaves a bad chill up your spine, get it out of your life, right? (OK, I'm still totally subject to the royalty of True Blood, but I love a good fantasy thriller.) On the road today I was listening to a podcast called The Indigo Room with Sydney Chase and it revved me up like a can of Red Bull used to when I was working two jobs in the big city. Even better! These were good vibes organically made and offered to me from a real person! Let me tell you about some of the effects it had on me. First of all, she uses the phrase "wicky-wacky." Now, I'm not going to be able to define exactly what she means by that, but viscerally I could tell she meant "kinda off." Or wonky. But I just liked it! Wicky wacky. Also, this woman's laugh is gold and she ain't afraid to spend it! Every time she laughed I laughed. She was laughing so much that I couldn't only giggle along with her. I was guffawing in the car to myself. I was kicking my feet the way Salamander does about five minutes into a meal of sweet potatoes or pears. Right when the sugars hit him, I guess, his feet just get all happy and start kicking up a storm. It's so damn cute.
Another reason I said I wanted to share my dork with you is because of my all time favorite food blogger, Deb, at Smitten Kitchen was included in the most recent issue of Everyday Food. She was talking about her blog and encouraged people (readers) to be them, be their dork selves. Her showing up in this magazine that I've just begun a subscription to was surprising and led me to feel I was being followed, euphemistically speaking, by a favorite celebrity and that this was somehow teaching me something, or hinting I should look somewhere for inspiration or guidance.
I only have ten minutes before I'm kicked out of my writing hole for the night so I'm going to give as many quick bits of good news I have in the next five minutes. Yay! Doing things fast!
I put myself back to work. That means, with my excellent partner's support, I'm taking two nights a week to get away from home to a wifi supported distraction free location to write, write, write. I even have a system! An objective! A goshdarn mission statement! And I have my first story. It's three and half pages, 2200 or so words, and about my experience with a pediatrician in Salamander's fifth month. It's kinda long for a blog, no? Do you want me to put it up here? I'm thinking about it....
I tried hypnotherapy and it was really cool! At the end something very synchronous happened that sent shivers up my spine. It made me feel pretty damn good about myself, over all. And that was the point! Isn't that special?
Hadj's birthday is this weekend and we have a baby sitter for six hours! Plus, I'm making what looks to be an awesome cake and I'm pretty stoked about it. I need more close friends,in this area, to bake for...
We're going to have about 650 more square feet to inhabit on our property soon! Our buddy is moving out so he can explore his adventurous future in Thailand and that means we get our studio and half our "garage" back. Exciting!
Salamander. Oh my goodness. I wrote a few paragraphs earlier this evening on a specifically gaga love fest I was having with him a few nights ago. I was going to post it here, but then forgot so I'll come back to it soon. But, jeez. Salamander. He is such a blessing and excellent teacher. Thanks little buddy.
I have to go! The nice waitress who alternately has called me missy, dear, and ma'am wants to go home. Love to you all.