and now some cartoony people
I was going to post a different comic-journal entirely, but I decided I have already spent entirely too much of my week unproductively running over the situation in my head. The doodles turned out pretty negative, contrary to my overall feelings and the attitude I want to maintain. This is only a speed bump; I'ma roll right over it, and I'll get to where I wanna be.
So to keep my brain too busy for anxiety surges, today I planned a week's worth of lessons on Islam & got Space Cadet's OK with only one occurrence of the word "difficult" this time. Also I plugged in to my music pretty much all afternoon. I honestly don't know what it is about the Red Hot Chili Peppers that has the power to calm my crazies and put me in a good state of mind, but their songs have grown roots into my life that can tug me into or out of just about any mood. Some songs in particular ALWAYS seem to toss up lyrics relevant to whatever's been going on with me lately.
Sweet: coming out of the grocery store on this blazing hot afternoon with an icy treat, creamy coating over sweet red bean mash.
Shitty: coming out of my moment of ice cream bliss to realize that the front of this store creates a monstrous updraft, which is making my four-cornered skirt do octopus arms in the air as a dirty old man approaches the door. Fantastic. (for the record, I wear boy boxers under this skirt in case of just such a caprice of the elements, but as Japanese men have this inexplicable love of baring their thighs, they are pretty short shorts)
So to keep my brain too busy for anxiety surges, today I planned a week's worth of lessons on Islam & got Space Cadet's OK with only one occurrence of the word "difficult" this time. Also I plugged in to my music pretty much all afternoon. I honestly don't know what it is about the Red Hot Chili Peppers that has the power to calm my crazies and put me in a good state of mind, but their songs have grown roots into my life that can tug me into or out of just about any mood. Some songs in particular ALWAYS seem to toss up lyrics relevant to whatever's been going on with me lately.
Sweet: coming out of the grocery store on this blazing hot afternoon with an icy treat, creamy coating over sweet red bean mash.
Shitty: coming out of my moment of ice cream bliss to realize that the front of this store creates a monstrous updraft, which is making my four-cornered skirt do octopus arms in the air as a dirty old man approaches the door. Fantastic. (for the record, I wear boy boxers under this skirt in case of just such a caprice of the elements, but as Japanese men have this inexplicable love of baring their thighs, they are pretty short shorts)
