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Live, Laugh, Love, Dream
"Sing like no one's listening, love like you've never been hurt, dance like nobody's watching, and live like its heaven on earth."
Musings
It’s been a while since I’ve posted, but I’ve had some nice thoughts today. Although several crappy things have happened to me recently, they have all been small and easy to get beyond. With that comes my constant rant that everything is transient and that it will always all work out for the best. But my newer rumination is this: sometimes happiness, as an overall sense of wellbeing, doesn’t need a reason—sometimes I can legitimately just be happy. For years I have sought happiness in many forms. I often gripe and worry over why I’m not happy, or where I’m at in life, or ‘Oh God, what IS my mindset, who AM I?!?!,’ but I’m starting to think…..who the hell knows, and why does it matter? I can be happy being impulsive and making decisions in the moment as long as they are generally decent decisions to make. I am allowed to do some stupid things as long as they won’t negatively affect me forever. I’ve already had my “I’m young, now is my time” post, I think, but it just keeps hitting me. Wherever it is that I am, I am okay. I am good. I am, in THIS moment, happy. Sure, some dumb crap happened this weekend. Yeah, I made an ass of myself once or twice, but once it was over, I hardly skipped a beat and was happy again. That is well-being. That is, I think, a large part of what so many of us strive for. I realize this post may be a bit vague or cryptic…..Or obnoxious even. I think what I’m trying to say is that there is joy in embracing impulsivity and living both in and beyond the moment. There is joy in looking forward, and wisdom in looking back. There is life, but only when you choose to embrace it. When your time is a blur, it often means you’re doing something right.
To all my followers that go to sleep before midnight.
Who am I kidding, no one is going to sleep before midnight tonight. Haha
5am
Oh, delirium. I wish I could say ‘it’s been a while,’ but who am I to pretend?
I’m sorry I haven’t missed you, but no sleep until the end.
And so I’ll dance your wicked step and laugh at your silly games.
Keeping my eyes open until they start to rain
A salty mess without a cause, just simply due to you.
Delirium, my careless friend, I beg to bid adieu.
Sadly I’m still sitting here, awake in some strange way.
So thank you, sweet delirium, for keeping my mind at bay.
I’m not sure how I’m feeling now, at a loss, and yet not quite.
I hardly even think of sleep, denying its respite.
So dance with me, delirium, and take away my care.
Without you now, perish the thought, the things my mind would dare.
‘D’ Is for Divorce: Big Feelings on Sesame Street
In early 1992, a census report predicted that 40 percent of children would soon live in divorced homes. As one of the most famous children’s television programs in the world, Sesame Street was determined to take on a topic most kid’s shows wouldn’t touch. They cast Snuffy, a.k.a. Mr. Snuffleupagus, for the part of child divorcee.
With a team of its best writers, researchers, and producers, a segment was scripted and shot. It went through a half-dozen revisions, with input from the foremost researchers in the field. And on a typical sunny afternoon on Sesame Street, the furry, red, elephantine muppet known as Snuffy prepared to drop the bomb on his loyal preschool viewers.
“My dad is moving out of our cave,” he confides to Big Bird one afternoon, distraught after knocking over a house built of blocks. “I’m not sure where,” he continues, crying. “Some cave across town.”
Big Bird, naturally, is horrified. “But why?” he asks his friend.
Snuffy blinks his long, dark eyelashes, and pauses. We know what’s coming. Well, he explains, “because of something called a divorce.”
This is really touching ; ____ ;
As if I didn’t love the show as a child, I have gained a whole new respect for Sesame Street.
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