I get so emotional, baby

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I get so emotional, baby
08.07.07 (9:07 am)   [edit]

it's a bit like running again after a long break.  I'm stretching my writing muscles to do this update.  There are those excuses about the weather or shin splints or not enough time, but when it comes down to it, I'm just happy to be at it again.  It has been one of those times in my life where a ton of thigns are going on (at least inside my head).  All these epiphanies or realities or life are just experienced or noticed.  It makes me think that a small notepad a friend gave me once really could come in handy!  Anyway, today is a new day.  It is Tuesday, and it is really muggy out- the kinda where you walk outside and have an instant coat of sweat on you, and the air is thick.  Great day for a dress!  It is also great because I got an early start and to work about half an hour early, thus this update.  I feel like I'm going through teenage years again.  Maybe 20s is a continuation of that?  I have tons of questions and wonder what reality is and my role in it and how to not get so emotionally connected to everything.  I think I'm thinking and analyzing waaay too much, but I don't know how to stop.  How does a brain take a vacation?  I've thought about communicating and what good, clear communication looks like.  I haven't decided if it's positive or possible to state things clearly from the get-go.  Such as, "This is what I am looking for:  This is who I am:  This is what I think of you or dream and hope to be true for us:"

Anyway, I really feel for the Minneapolis community and those affected by the bridge collapse.  It wasn't too long ago that I was a student there.  It makes it more real when you've seen and are familiar with the area & community where tragedy strikes.  (it FEELS like tragedy is aggressive, because it is unwelcome.  is it just an inevitable, normal part of life that we just really don't want, for more reasons than it interrupts our 'normal' ways of doing things?  how do habits affect our views and emotions?) 

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