Opening Credits
The very first thing I must share with the world through this blog is that I cannot take credit for its brilliant name. All the credit goes to singer/songwriter John Mayer. It describes my sentiments perfectly, but he came up with the words.
The essence of what burns in me and needs sharing is how hard it is to live without answers, without certainty, in the moment which is always in the process of going, how beautiful it is when you occasionally feel like the moment you're in is the right one, and how hilarious it is to be alive, in a body, constantly doing silly things in front of other bodies or witnessing other bodies do silly things.
Today is an unseasonably warm, sunny, perfect day where I live in the suburbs of Philadelphia. I have a treasured day off from my work and the house to myself (except for my friend Chris, the hero who is currently finishing the re-caulking of the tub, a project that has had me crossing the street everyday for a week and a half in sweats with a backpack of toiletries to shower at my roommate's parents' place). I slept in and woke with the very rare inspiration to exercise. After traumatizing my muscles, I made the trek to the big house for a hose-off, came back and put a load of wash in (more later on the simple delights of laundry), and decided that today was the day I start a blog.
By this time you will have noticed that if run-on sentences are a pet peeve of yours, you may not be able to visit me again. If you have a tolerance for unconventional grammar, an equal hunger for the profound and the frivolous, and just feel better knowing that you're not the only one who struggles, then I hope you'll be a frequent guest for tea and cookies, so to speak.
The essence of what burns in me and needs sharing is how hard it is to live without answers, without certainty, in the moment which is always in the process of going, how beautiful it is when you occasionally feel like the moment you're in is the right one, and how hilarious it is to be alive, in a body, constantly doing silly things in front of other bodies or witnessing other bodies do silly things.
Today is an unseasonably warm, sunny, perfect day where I live in the suburbs of Philadelphia. I have a treasured day off from my work and the house to myself (except for my friend Chris, the hero who is currently finishing the re-caulking of the tub, a project that has had me crossing the street everyday for a week and a half in sweats with a backpack of toiletries to shower at my roommate's parents' place). I slept in and woke with the very rare inspiration to exercise. After traumatizing my muscles, I made the trek to the big house for a hose-off, came back and put a load of wash in (more later on the simple delights of laundry), and decided that today was the day I start a blog.
By this time you will have noticed that if run-on sentences are a pet peeve of yours, you may not be able to visit me again. If you have a tolerance for unconventional grammar, an equal hunger for the profound and the frivolous, and just feel better knowing that you're not the only one who struggles, then I hope you'll be a frequent guest for tea and cookies, so to speak.
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