READY FOR IT! 

Ready for walks

Ready for falling leaves

Ready for cooler temps

Ready for blazers and scarves

Ready for hot tomato soup and grilled cheese

Ready for cuddling in corner booths with warm cider

Ready for BOOTS! Exclamation point!

And pie, and family, and long sleeves, and kisses, and bonfires…READY FOR IT!

You know, You look just like…

Do you guys ever get this? The “you look like X famous person”, or “My Co-worker Becky”, or “my cousin’s baby mama.”

I get this all the time. I never look like a famous person. No Halle Berry or Zoe Saldana for me! I get the standard variety, “you look like my neighbor” or “You look like a woman who I see at the grocery store every week.”

It drives me nuts, not because they say it, but because I have never, ever seen someone in person who looks like me. And I only ever saw one person in a magazine that I thought looked similar to me. And no, that person was not a model. She was a “real person” for one of those “real people makeovers” all the ‘zines do nowadays. And that only happened very recently.

Years ago, I worked at a theater (stage, not movie) where some employee photos were hung on a wall. Someone asked if one of the photos was me and I was so offended. “Is that what I look like?” It wasn’t great. I suppose it was a nice enough photo, but I didn’t think I looked at all like the woman in it. This is gonna sound bad, but it looked almost like a headshot of Nell Carter, and I don’t think I look like Nell Carter (cue raging insecurity). No offense to Nell Carter. I watched my fair share of Gimme a Break reruns back in the day.

Since then, whenever I get the “you look like…” I always wonder who these people are and if I actually look like them. Or they look at me. If I saw them on the street would I think they were cute or attractive? Would I have the same reaction I did to that photo? Do I not know what I look like? What if I just haven’t accepted what I look like and that’s why I had such a strong reaction to that photo. 

I think this picture is hilarious, btw. via. I can say that no one has ever compared me to Flav. or a Gremlin. 

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Been here and gone and back again. I’ve just been living life, and napping, and feeling good. Really good. Save those beans I had for lunch…stomach still sort of hates me for that. 

Again, I’ve been feeling good. Maybe it’s being back in school. Maybe it’s that the season is starting to turn. I feel more comfortable in my skin when I’m not sweating my nonexistent balls off.

Good things are coming with the cooler temps. 

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I went to the David Gray/Ray LaMontagne show last night with 2 girlfriends. A few notes…

-This is the perfect date concert. I’ve been to 3 or 4 Ray LaMontagne shows now, and I’m always astounded by the sheer number of couples there. If you want to get a little boo-tay (yeah, I just did that) take your girl to one of his shows. Preferably at a smaller venue. I’ve seen him at The Tabernacle (a converted church and one of my personal favorite small venues in Atlanta). I had great seats and it was a great show! I saw him at the Fox Theatre (a larger, grander atmosphere. Still a smaller venue in the grand scheme of things) and last night’s location was Chastain Amphitheater, which is a venue that I love, though it’s not great for up-close viewing of the artist. It’s outdoors and they usually let you bring in picnic baskets, wine and whatever else you want and it’s great for a large group of friends and some park friendly snacks and drinks. Depending on the show, the crowd can skew old and kind of stuffy (yes, me and my wild and crazy friends actually got shushed last night…at a concert…in an outdoor ampitheater!), but it’s still a great venue and closer to OTP (outside the perimeter) people than most city venues.

-This was the first time I saw David Gray live and he was very entertaining. I almost want to hide saying this, but I think I enjoyed his set more. Both were relatively stripped down compared to some of the big concerts with props and dancers and a crew of hundreds. WIth each show of Ray’s I’ve seen, it’s almost been more and more stripped down. David Gray’ set was slightly more involved than that, but it was still mostly him and his band.

-Concerts should never be on a Monday. I would have been awesomely tipsy were this show on a Friday or Saturday night! I definitely would have indulged in the super classy $11 Bud Lime beers I saw;)

-And lastly, on a random note, I would totally go see the B52’s and Blondie tomorrow if I could at Chastain. Or Train, which is coming up too. I love live shows.  

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It’s a wonderfully overcast day here. The threat of rain has been ever present and I’ve been tucked into the local Borders struggling at the thousand word mark. I’d like to get a thousand more today, but I just can’t seem to focus on one running thought. I’m jumping around a lot and writing short bits here and there, listening to some Jamie Cullum and a little JM.  

It’s all a little bit frustrating and a little bit romantic. I hate the fact that I can barely write at my house. Something about the atmosphere isn’t right. Yet here I am in yuppy mecca. The atmosphere here isn’t all that stellar either. But the weather is affecting me in a good way. The words are coming, if clumsily. I may have something here after all.  

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There are times when I fall into a deep pit of self pity. Times I feel overwhelmed, when I just want things to work out. For life to just fall into place for me. I have had these low, desperate feelings for years. All throughout my twenties (not so much my teen years. I was, for the most part, carefree in my teens) I have had more than the normal ups and downs. More severe mood swings than the average person. Normal highs but extreme lows. At “best” mild depression or a slight mood disorder. At worst, full blown depression. 

In recent history the swings have gotten less frequent. Thank goodness. I want to kick myself in the rear sometimes for having wasted so much time feeling so bad ALL. THE. TIME. about a life that is pretty darn good. I realize I have to look at what I have and not what’s missing. Of course my brain gets that. Of course it does.

But we can’t help how we feel sometimes. We can’t help what pops into our minds when we least expect it. It happens more when I’m exhausted now. When I don’t have the energy physically or mentally to push those thoughts away. When I’m too tired to fight for my happiness.  

I’m tired right now. I just feel like I’m doing so much and nothing much is happening. All I want is to be happy and it’s such a tall order. It’s such a big thing to have. A big thing to be. I don’t know if people realize that until something huge happens. Something big in life. I do think that happiness is taken for granted.

I’m wallowing in the “why me’s”. It might just be a 24-hour thing. A “time of the month” thing. It might be that I made a list of goals for the next 16 months and-simple as they were-they felt monstrously insurmountable seeing them on paper. Whatever it is the end result is the same. I’m feeling worn. I’m feeling uninspired. I’m feeling low and a little bit sad. 

There is SO MUCH to be thankful for. SO MUCH to look at and know that I have it good. That not everybody is set up like I am. But I can’t see through the haze. Maybe it’ll get better next week. Or as the temperature cools. But I need to shake this feeling and quick. 

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Sometimes my favorite times are when we are not doing anything. Not out with friends, not at dinner, not watching a movie. My favorite moments have always been in bed. I sleep a lot. Always have. I didn’t earn the nickname ‘old crotchety lady’ for nothing. So now that I have someone to share my bed with, I like it. It’s not every night. It’s not even every week. But when it happens, it’s so nice. We may not sleep as a pretzel. He’s oftentimes stealing my precious covers. When I get up in the middle of the night I have to be mindful that there is someone else sleeping. That I can’t, or that it’s polite not to make too much of a racket. And I love that. I love being mindful of someone. Finally. I love the inadvertent brush in the middle of the night. I love waking up and just having him there. It’s not something I take for granted. 

For all the moments where I work hard at this relationship, and I do, I am extraordinarily aware that I need to, and want to, savor these things that many people overlook. I appreciate the hand squeezes. I savor the side glances. I’m lucky that he’s a caller. I’m not a phone person. Getting me to call people is like pulling teeth. He picks up the slack. He calls. I don’t take these things lightly. I appreciate them. I appreciate him. 

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