For me, spring always means that it's time to break out the ska albums. There's something so fitting about the genre at this time of year; the springy beat matches the energy welling up inside me. Plus, there's enough dirty punk to make me feel better about my life as the WWST.
"It don't get better than this!!"
- reel big fish, 'sell out'
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Great couple of days to finish out the week. La Belle Dame Avec Merci came by the school today, and her presence was bolstering as usual. I went to yoga for the first time on Thursday and it lifted great chunks of prickly stress out of my spine & belly, mellowing me so much that today was a minor blip on the annoyance radar.
I seem to be developing a self-protecting ability to blank out in the face of possible criticism: as soon as some radioactive people start speaking, it slams down over my consciousness like a mental nictitating membrane. Presto: less stress. I like it a great a deal, although I feel like I developed it 8 years too late. Where was this ability when my parents were yelling at me for staying out 'til all hours?
The lack of stress today made me marvel at the amount of worry I have routinely suffered since December. This morning I found a large scan of the 10 of Swords and made it my laptop desktop: I got it at my February reading and it represents the problem over-solved or martyrdom or excessive worry. All of these fit me, WWST, to a 't'.
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2 years ago today: tomorrow we look at the car foreshadowed in this entry
