If there is anything that keeps me afloat on some days is knowing that I committed in my mind to certain routines. And no, it’s not work. It’s not the usual feelings of obligation. It’s the commitment I made to myself, that no matter what, I will continue to go…
Warning: this is going to be a TMI kind of post. Menstruation will be discussed. So just scroll down and look at those apathetic Bart riders. Nothing to see here… keep moving or check your phone for whatever it is that people do when they check their phones. The day…
Where do I start about this day? I guess from the beginning. I’m still processing some of the things that happened on this day, so I won’t go into too much detail except to say that it was a painful day. I tried to keep it together and I tried…
Well, these are a couple of sad drawings. On this day, I participated in the Pride parade. We had to be there no later than 9 am, then marched around 11, got done around 1, went out to eat and then rehearsed Rhythm Nation until 5. A long day spent,…
This day was Pink Saturday which used to be hosted by Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, but last year they said they were no longer hosting it because of all the violence that escalated in recent years including the most recent attack on one of their own Sisters. It is completely…
My therapist tells me that I need to put things on the wall because although I own the house, I have a difficult time accepting myself as a homeowner. For example, I still feel like I won’t get my deposit back if I put up pictures on the wall. I…
I cannot remember why I was on the train this evening unless the date is wrong. This is what happens when I don’t post things as quickly as I should. On my calendar, I was doing one of the two part time gigs I have on the side. Hm. Oh…
On this evening, I was on my way to a rehearsal for a performance this weekend at Pride event. After weeks of practicing a mashup of a pop dance routine (Janet Jackson/Britney Spears routine, of all things), I am going to bite the bullet and perform. I normally don’t like…
I had lunch with an old friend today and finally told her about my divorce. She was very compassionate and accepting. I was so relieved. I have this (irrational) fear that I will be judged when I tell friends about it. And although this blog is public, hardly anyone reads…
On one hand I benefit from people in their own worlds because that means I can draw them without inhibition, but on the other hand, sometimes I think of how lonely people seem, even in a crowded train. I wonder if it’s what they want, to be left alone. Sometimes…