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You know the boy got a love for the cash.
Jan. 5th, 2004 11:03 amBad habits, good habits.
Yesterday at temple while Former-Texan got tea, I browsed the bookstore and nearly bought a coffee mug that had two simple words in calligraphy brushstrokes: Wake Up!
Such the basic zen tenet but my absolute favorite. The idea that you can and could and shall wake up any second, every moment is another chance at enlightenment, I don't have to be a one-minute man but I can be a one-minute buddha. Or longer. I also love that we're always waking up, again and again, that enlightenment is elusive but attainable and you can go back to it, find it again. Just like every day waking up from sleep.
Or rather, this is what I tell myself when I must rip myself from the comfort and warmth and intimacy of bed and blankets and warm bodies snuggled and murmuring. I didn't let myself think about it too much -- I knew I'd either give up, sleep in and feel lousy later, or I'd get so fixated on how unfair and miserable life is that I'd feel lousy immediately. So no thinking, no feeling, just do it. No work, no eat.
I just got an e-mail from Miss Rook and she seems to be on par with me and others close to me who are looking to make radical career change (or at least radical attitude change about career). This pleases me because 1) I'll feel less alone in my struggle, and 2) I'm always excited by changes in my friends' lives and often steal their ideas to make my own life better. In this case, I'm also brainstorming the future writing/reading workshops Miss Rook and I are going to teach together to make money.
I'm currently coveting a snowsuit and snow boots. The latter I might be purchasing today during lunch. Sophie is quite pleased with drifts on our street and in the vacant lot. I am not amused by her constant hyper freakouts while burying her nose in the snow, but I am entertained by her inability to sit down so she strikes these strange concentrating pointer poses while handling her business. So earnest, that one. One of my new year's resolutions surrounds being a better dog owner.
What else? This is what happens when I go so long without journaling. I can't remember what I've talked about. Oh well, there's always an afternoon entry.
Yesterday at temple while Former-Texan got tea, I browsed the bookstore and nearly bought a coffee mug that had two simple words in calligraphy brushstrokes: Wake Up!
Such the basic zen tenet but my absolute favorite. The idea that you can and could and shall wake up any second, every moment is another chance at enlightenment, I don't have to be a one-minute man but I can be a one-minute buddha. Or longer. I also love that we're always waking up, again and again, that enlightenment is elusive but attainable and you can go back to it, find it again. Just like every day waking up from sleep.
Or rather, this is what I tell myself when I must rip myself from the comfort and warmth and intimacy of bed and blankets and warm bodies snuggled and murmuring. I didn't let myself think about it too much -- I knew I'd either give up, sleep in and feel lousy later, or I'd get so fixated on how unfair and miserable life is that I'd feel lousy immediately. So no thinking, no feeling, just do it. No work, no eat.
I just got an e-mail from Miss Rook and she seems to be on par with me and others close to me who are looking to make radical career change (or at least radical attitude change about career). This pleases me because 1) I'll feel less alone in my struggle, and 2) I'm always excited by changes in my friends' lives and often steal their ideas to make my own life better. In this case, I'm also brainstorming the future writing/reading workshops Miss Rook and I are going to teach together to make money.
I'm currently coveting a snowsuit and snow boots. The latter I might be purchasing today during lunch. Sophie is quite pleased with drifts on our street and in the vacant lot. I am not amused by her constant hyper freakouts while burying her nose in the snow, but I am entertained by her inability to sit down so she strikes these strange concentrating pointer poses while handling her business. So earnest, that one. One of my new year's resolutions surrounds being a better dog owner.
What else? This is what happens when I go so long without journaling. I can't remember what I've talked about. Oh well, there's always an afternoon entry.
