A Sunday playlist: A Beatles Playlist
A Sunday watch: Jackson Pollock 57 mins
I can hear the birds sing,
I love how quiet every Sunday morning is.
For the past few months, I’ve been inspecting my self esteem, dissecting my longing to escape into ideas of new lovers, to make myself small and unimportant for someone’s attention and approval. I turn 34 next month. I’ve been looking inward and back, piecing together who I am so far. I’m listening to old voice memos, I’m watching videos, I’m looking through what I’ve created. I easily forget yesterdays, and I don’t want to forget every yesterday I’m made up of.
September 29, 2015
I don’t want to make myself small. I want the best for myself, and believe it. I want to whole-heartedly believe in all that I am and what I desire and need, and believe that all of it deserves to be joyous, healthy, nurtured, and prosperous. All that I am deserves to take up room.
I love diving into who I was in my 20s. I like looking back at what I’ve created. I’d like to create something from everything. Maybe I’ll figure out what here, with you.
Voice Notes
Something I’m thinking about:
Rhythm. Motion. Our hearts beat, the earth always moves. We exist in partnership with rhythm.
Something that inspires me:
Cy Twombly’s (1928-2011) circular movements
A quote:
“Something in me knows where I’m going.
—Jackson Pollock
I’m anxious for this week. But I’ll get through it, as I have in the past.
And so will you, if you look back, you’ll see you’ve made it this far.
Until next Sunday,
In case you missed it:
Last Sunday Notes—SUNDAY NOTES 031