I’m not a big fan of worrying.
I do enjoy planning. And daydreaming. Talking and wondering and idea-bouncing. Strategizing is fun, but I generally prefer trying things just to see what happens. Then planning based on that. Moving on if necessary. Cutting my losses.
I’m very into waiting and seeing. Watching how things pan out. Observing the results of crumbling cookies.
I strongly recommend buying less. Treasuring only a few things. Saving a bit of money. Wearing socks until they have holes. Then wearing them one more day and trying to convince myself I don’t notice the holes.
I love me some gratitude. Putting together a photo book. Maybe a video re-cap of what we did over the summer. Re-watching things and re-reading things and telling the same story multiple times just to enjoy their reaction.
Being sad is definitely worth it. Soaking in sadness for a full 24 hours can be very handy. But soon enough I find a towel.
I like forgiving.
I like being in the situation I’m in.
I like thinking about things.
I like knowing things.
And not knowing things.
But I’m not a big fan of worrying.
What makes this a beautiful song:
1. Zoë Keating can make a cello do just about anything she wants. By bowing, plucking, looping, or general magicking, she brings the instrument to life like nobody else.
2. The single repeated note on the 2s and 4s that starts at 1:16. It makes my toe move. Not tap, just move.
3. The last 90 seconds are like a slow dissolving and then re-constituting of all the elements that went into the first 3.5 minutes. Like the universe she created has contracted back to its singularity.
Recommended listening activity:
Literally anything. As long as it’s not worrying.