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GWM ISO...
May. 4th, 2003 12:52 am...his centre.
A fair number of folks find me a tas intense. And the concomitant presumption seems to be that I bladger through the universe insensitively. Nothing could be more untrue...in reality, I have to be vigilant to not be paralysed by my too-often hypersensitivity to my surroundings..and those who co-occupy them. As I've got older I've learned to (mostly) sort out what can distract...or detract...from me doing what I need to do in my day-to-day life.
But there are still times when my soul gets dinged up a bit. Not often about any particular thing or person; more of a generalised sense of being under emotional assault. That's how I've been feeling the last fortnight or so. I've had more of these bouts since coming to Australia than in the previous 10 years, if not longer.
I get irritable. Then can't focus. Then am right pissed off. Then bruise, battered and whingy. By then I gear down into "get through" mode. As in this past week...hence lest posting on here, less engagement with friends. As my evil twin Dr. Dyke sez, "I now know when it's time to go to my room until I can play nicely with others."
Then it shifts--something happens to motivate me to do some remedial spiritual work. Today it might've been the long walk Ian and Davie and I took along the South head. When my spirit's off I am quite resistant to physical exercise, but the banter distracted me enough; we probably walked 2 km. I got home pooped and sweaty and pleased. Then dinner with and a cameo appearance at the Barnacle (aka the Manacle). Was wandering home afterwards, popping into a few bars on Oxford, toying with the idea of une nuit à Notre Dame de Vapeurs.
Then decided to tidy up my (spiritual) house.
So it's nearly 1am. I'm in me. It feels ok.
A turning point. Thanks universe!
A fair number of folks find me a tas intense. And the concomitant presumption seems to be that I bladger through the universe insensitively. Nothing could be more untrue...in reality, I have to be vigilant to not be paralysed by my too-often hypersensitivity to my surroundings..and those who co-occupy them. As I've got older I've learned to (mostly) sort out what can distract...or detract...from me doing what I need to do in my day-to-day life.
But there are still times when my soul gets dinged up a bit. Not often about any particular thing or person; more of a generalised sense of being under emotional assault. That's how I've been feeling the last fortnight or so. I've had more of these bouts since coming to Australia than in the previous 10 years, if not longer.
I get irritable. Then can't focus. Then am right pissed off. Then bruise, battered and whingy. By then I gear down into "get through" mode. As in this past week...hence lest posting on here, less engagement with friends. As my evil twin Dr. Dyke sez, "I now know when it's time to go to my room until I can play nicely with others."
Then it shifts--something happens to motivate me to do some remedial spiritual work. Today it might've been the long walk Ian and Davie and I took along the South head. When my spirit's off I am quite resistant to physical exercise, but the banter distracted me enough; we probably walked 2 km. I got home pooped and sweaty and pleased. Then dinner with and a cameo appearance at the Barnacle (aka the Manacle). Was wandering home afterwards, popping into a few bars on Oxford, toying with the idea of une nuit à Notre Dame de Vapeurs.
Then decided to tidy up my (spiritual) house.
So it's nearly 1am. I'm in me. It feels ok.
A turning point. Thanks universe!
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