mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (End of the World)
It's 2012, year of the apocalypse! Or whatever. I don't know about you, but I'm excited.

I haven't checked the Mayan calendar to figure out the exact date that the world is supposed to end, but that's okay. I figure it ought to be a surprise, don't you?

Otherwise, I'm looking forward to a quiet year. 2011 was a year of lots of stuff happening, most of it good but all of it kind of stressful nonetheless. So I want 2012 to be a year of quiet time, of settling into the new house and getting into some routines. I'm going to try a bunch of new things, but all of them small, local new things.

One thing I want to do this year is reconnect with my friends. What with my schedule and all the upheaval last year, I didn't see people as often as I wanted to. So here's to spending more time with friends and keeping in touch. I'm going to be posting here more regularly, and making a conscious effort to read my friends' page every day instead of once every few weeks when I remember that this LJ actually exists. LJ has always been my main source of news and what have you for my friends, and it's past time I started using it again.

So Happy New Year again, everyone! I look forward to spending a lot more time with you again this year. :)
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (I so rock)
I've been going to bed ridiculously late all week. Decided that staying out dancing until 2am was not the answer to my sleep-deprivation problems, especially as tomorrow is not only going to start early, it's also going to finish late.

So.

Stayed home.


I have many things simmering on the back burners of my brain. You know how stoves usually only have the four heating elements? The stove in my brain seems to have been designed for a large-scale restaurant.

I don't need to rethink my life. Not right now. Things are, all in all, pretty good. I do, however, want to clarify some of the goals and projects I have in mind. I have a fair amount of energy these days, which is all to the good. I'm also feeling tired and often stressed out (mostly at work, but also about some personal stuff), which is generally a Big Neon Sign that I need to take a step back and chill the fuck out before I do something I'll regret.

The first step is getting more sleep. I always, always, and I do mean always, do better when I've slept my requisite seven to nine hours a night. So tonight there will be a slightly earlier night than previous nights this week (glancing at my clock informs me that "early" ended about two hours ago).

After that, there will be progress. Things will percolate, and there will be good results. This weekend especially, I am counting on Good Things to happen all around. I said so, therefore it's true. I dare reality to tell me otherwise.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (I so rock)
Rainy days make me think of Mary Poppins. It rains throughout the film, except in that one scene when they travel into the chalk drawing on the sidewalk. Mary Poppins is the kind of film I would watch when it was raining outside, or when I was sick, or both. We didn't own it, so I have no idea how I managed to watch it so often. I think it's just such a popular movie that it played on television a good deal when I was younger.

I watched Mary Poppins when I was just starting to suspect that things didn't work quite the same way in stories as they did in real life. Watching the children snap their fingers and have their rooms clean themselves, or float up to the ceiling because they were laughing too hard, or having a robin land on Mary's finger and sing (the robin is dreadfully fake, but I couldn't see that at the time)… well, it made me wish I could do that too. It didn't make me believe in the magic, but it made me want it desperately.

In spite of my constant disappointment that I couldn't fly or travel into pictures, I loved Mary Poppins. I grew up in a world that was at once very similar to hers and yet very different. My world was real, and it had parents and rules and the laws of physics to control it, but in my world just as in hers children were allowed to be children, and I understood and appreciated the message. My parents didn't mind when I came home covered in mud and cuts and scrapes, and they didn't expect me to be quiet all day long. Home was not meant to be run with bank-like clockwork precision. That the children's father wanted this was clearly wrong, and the film was as much about his learning that lesson as it was about making the world what you wanted of it.

Mary Poppins had no time at all to waste consulting the laws of reality. If she needed her umbrella to fly, then it would fly. If she needed a chalk drawing to come to life, then it did. If she wanted a bag of holding, then a bag of holding she got. Her world was very simple: whatever she wanted, she got, simply by wanting it.

I suppose Mary Poppins might well be my very first encounter with the "Get up and kill" philosophy embraced by t!.

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