Spring fling
You know those scenes in movies and commercials where they show a women buried deep in the recesses of her closet, back to the camera, flinging everything out onto the floor in an act of unadulterated spiritual/clothes cleansing? I have sort of been doing that with my whole life lately. And man, it feels great.
March was a terrible, fitful, restless month and by the end of it I wanted to light my whole life on fire, but I didn't; instead I waited it out and told myself that if things were really that bad, I could fix them in April. I listened to a lot of brilliantly sad music and drank a lot, medicating myself the only way I know how. And by the end, it turns out some of the things that were upsetting me really weren't so bad.
Others, however, needed to go.
So this has been a week for cleansing. I quit my full-time job, a relief I can't even describe in words other than to say it literally put a bounce in my step, and took a freelance copyediting job part-time instead. I rededicated myself to my writing and planned out not one, but three cover stories to write over the summer. I actually showed my novel to a group of people and revitalized my passion for finally finishing the damn thing. I wrote a song - me! a song! - for the first time ever. And I started going to shows regularly again.
Weeeee!
It's spring, it's spring, it's spring!
I'm cranking up the happy music this week, since I have been practically living on Elvis Perkins and Ani DiFranco and the song "Telephone Line" by ELO for the past month. No more sad bastard records for me, I want sunshine and power chords and ridiculously bright harmonies. Instead of singing "You've Got to Hide Your Love Away," I wanna sing "Don't Be Careful With Your Love." La la-la la-la la-la.
What's your best spring fling soundtrack?
March was a terrible, fitful, restless month and by the end of it I wanted to light my whole life on fire, but I didn't; instead I waited it out and told myself that if things were really that bad, I could fix them in April. I listened to a lot of brilliantly sad music and drank a lot, medicating myself the only way I know how. And by the end, it turns out some of the things that were upsetting me really weren't so bad.
Others, however, needed to go.
So this has been a week for cleansing. I quit my full-time job, a relief I can't even describe in words other than to say it literally put a bounce in my step, and took a freelance copyediting job part-time instead. I rededicated myself to my writing and planned out not one, but three cover stories to write over the summer. I actually showed my novel to a group of people and revitalized my passion for finally finishing the damn thing. I wrote a song - me! a song! - for the first time ever. And I started going to shows regularly again.
Weeeee!
It's spring, it's spring, it's spring!
I'm cranking up the happy music this week, since I have been practically living on Elvis Perkins and Ani DiFranco and the song "Telephone Line" by ELO for the past month. No more sad bastard records for me, I want sunshine and power chords and ridiculously bright harmonies. Instead of singing "You've Got to Hide Your Love Away," I wanna sing "Don't Be Careful With Your Love." La la-la la-la la-la.
What's your best spring fling soundtrack?
Andrea!
Congratulations! I am certain that your casting of full-time work will make it possible for your passion to support you full time. You have the drive, energy, talent, etc. to make it happen. Now that you're unburdened...dude, it's sweet.
Cinco de Mayo? I have to see if I'm free, but I know the Rad Datz wantsd to go.
Ciao!
-Pat
Posted by
Pat |
8:06 AM, April 20, 2007
I suppose you told me some of this stuff before I read the blog post, but I still wanted to give you some love on it - gonna have to sing me that song sometime
Posted by
Culture Bully |
9:14 PM, April 24, 2007
Boy Least Likely "Best Party Ever."
Posted by
Meow |
10:31 PM, April 25, 2007