I'm not really sure where I am going on this one. I feel like I have so much inside my head, no telling what will come out . . . "Morgan - Un-filtered and Uninhibited."
I just got back from a longer than normal walk with my dog Addie. No it wasn't really that long, just longer than normal, and longer than the ones NAD took her on. Maybe she will like me better than him now. It will probably take more than that.
I just got back from being at home for a few days. 1: Akeela And The Bee is a good movie. It isn't brilliant or deep, but it is good. 2: RV was better than I thought possible. Again, not brilliant or deep, but it was good for a little relaxation and a laugh. I like movies that make you think, but sometimes I just need to laugh, or relax, or both. 3: My family is changing.
I think I will go a little further with that one. When I am with my family (usually my mom and my grandparents) I think things like: How can I be related to these people, I am so different. The other thought is: How could I be related to anyone else, I am just like these people. First of all I look like them. I mean, when you see me with my mom, there is no mistaking that we are related. I act a little like my mom, the way she taught me (not always consciously). Where I am different - my personality is a lot like my dads. It had to be inherited by birth because I wasn't around him enough to get it any other way. He acts a lot differently than this group, causing me to act differently than this group (in many ways), so in that way I am an outcast. I don't look at myself as an outcast, and I know that they don't see me as anything but one of the family, but that word just came to me for some reason. I look at my family and see that, in general, it hasn't changed. The number of people has, the complexity has, but those in it haven't really . . . Until recently. We have been a family of glossers. Glossing over problems we have in our lives both in and out of the family. As I become more transparent, my mom becomes more transparent, and I don't think anyone else is really on board with this. Instead of working with us on working out problems we have with one another, they fight it and make it harder. Maybe that isn't it at all.
I realized over the weekend I have too much media. TV on most of the time, if for nothing else background noise. So much music, I haven't listened to all of it. Email, blogs, online news, pictures, and Google video. It is all so much. So I am fasting . . . in a sense. I'm not really watching TV. Unless I am sitting down and watching I don't need it on. Until I listen to every song I have I'm not buying anymore (or borrowing). Email . . . well maybe I won't check it every hour. That was getting crazy. Blogs . . . I don't write in this one as much as I use to, and I will only check the ones I read once a day (not 20 times). You get the idea. Cutting stuff out, giving me more time for my hobbies that I haven't touched in a month. Stained glass projects sit in idea phases on my table, a guitar that is dusty sits in the corner (because I won't take the time to learn how to play it), my dog has a permanent spot next to the desk (the only place she knows she can be and I will be near her). We will see how that goes. I'll keep you posted - or not.
I guess that is all I know, for now at least.
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