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"Americans live inside their own private echo chambers," says syndicated writer Matt Zoller Seitz, "endlessly revisiting things they already know they like and avoiding exposure to anything new and different." Your assignment this week, Sagittarius, is to ask yourself if you fit Seitz's description, and then--if you do--to escape your private echo chamber.
I was going to write something about what a horrible cigarette addict it seems I am. Being at my parent's house again and not writing because I'm not sitting at the computer first thing in the morning having that half cup of coffee and tobacco and getting my thoughts down. I was finding it easier to write first thing when I was at the apartment. It seems like such a shitty excuse not to.
Anyhow, I was going to write about that but then that top paragraph shows up in my inbox. A part of my horoscope this week. Yeah. I was thinking about this just yesterday, in fact. Wondering how many possibilities are loped off from myself because I just don't allow myself to consider them viable things I would want to do because there would be discomfort there. Just naturally turning away from discomfort. And there's a good reason for that, for sure. A good logic to it , for sure. But as a default way of choosing experiences to have - it sucks in the most cowardly way. And, now that I seem to be really losing my taste for personal bullshit of many colours, the....ah.....jam packed personal experience file is getting kind of roomy. Which is good. Just.....it leaves little choice but to reconsider things that there was no room for before....like art school, or simply following through on things that were smaller, but I could find the time to avoid, like getting my painting to the art auction.
So. yeah. live up to it or stay home and become heavier and heavier with cowardice. You can't set concrete on fire.
The shop is safe for another month and my land lord seemed to be way more understanding than I had any right to expect. THat was a really good sign. And when he said 'I thought there had to be a really good reason' god, he almost made me weepy. I don't know what he sees in me, or of me but....yeah. This woman who does readings and has a space down the hall had dropped off another $20 downstairs with him for my rent. He says ' you must have done something right along the way'. and I feel a bit touched in the head after that. a little touched in the heart too. One of those moments when you feel like you have some fuzzy white light surrounding you.
K. I think maybe I've made up for yesterday's photo only entry. K, my sister has gone on her two week trip. It's the start of something new
I was going to write something about what a horrible cigarette addict it seems I am. Being at my parent's house again and not writing because I'm not sitting at the computer first thing in the morning having that half cup of coffee and tobacco and getting my thoughts down. I was finding it easier to write first thing when I was at the apartment. It seems like such a shitty excuse not to.
Anyhow, I was going to write about that but then that top paragraph shows up in my inbox. A part of my horoscope this week. Yeah. I was thinking about this just yesterday, in fact. Wondering how many possibilities are loped off from myself because I just don't allow myself to consider them viable things I would want to do because there would be discomfort there. Just naturally turning away from discomfort. And there's a good reason for that, for sure. A good logic to it , for sure. But as a default way of choosing experiences to have - it sucks in the most cowardly way. And, now that I seem to be really losing my taste for personal bullshit of many colours, the....ah.....jam packed personal experience file is getting kind of roomy. Which is good. Just.....it leaves little choice but to reconsider things that there was no room for before....like art school, or simply following through on things that were smaller, but I could find the time to avoid, like getting my painting to the art auction.
So. yeah. live up to it or stay home and become heavier and heavier with cowardice. You can't set concrete on fire.
The shop is safe for another month and my land lord seemed to be way more understanding than I had any right to expect. THat was a really good sign. And when he said 'I thought there had to be a really good reason' god, he almost made me weepy. I don't know what he sees in me, or of me but....yeah. This woman who does readings and has a space down the hall had dropped off another $20 downstairs with him for my rent. He says ' you must have done something right along the way'. and I feel a bit touched in the head after that. a little touched in the heart too. One of those moments when you feel like you have some fuzzy white light surrounding you.
K. I think maybe I've made up for yesterday's photo only entry. K, my sister has gone on her two week trip. It's the start of something new