I Write To Stop Time
Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom. Soren Kierkegaard
I have been struggling for the past few days, again teetering on the edge of an existential crisis, similar to the one I had in the hospital this summer. I have been dizzy with the freedom of this life, and with the finite nature of it.
Yesterday, Wee One showed me a new trick she learned: she can sit on the big kid swing on her bottom. I have to lift her up, but she can hold on and balance and even pump her legs a bit. I’m like, you go girl. I like pushing you, but I’m glad you can do it on your own.
I heard some music today that really took me back. The soundtrack to Cruel Intentions.
My ex-fiancé, (from ever so long ago) had shown me the movie, and so it was around the time that I left him that I was listening to the soundtrack a lot. It was a hard break-up, so I was feeling a new freedom.
Wee One took swimming lessons this summer, just for a few weeks. Because I was sick and had surgery, I wasn’t able t 0post it before.
Dude, it is hot in here. Oh, she’s so cute. Where is the teacher? OK. Can she hear him over the sound of all this noise?
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I’m sad to report that I’m currently recovering from a surprise hospital visit. I am light one gall bladder and hopefully will be able to eat dairy again. I’m happy to say goodbye to the 12 or so pounds I lost over the last two months, but overall, this was a really negative experience and I shan’t be trying it again.
People of my high school graduating class, particularly theater nerds like me and especially my friends, remember well the 1996 musical Rent.
I was recently back in St. Louis (Wee One and I did a few weekends of fair in mid-Missouri) and one afternoon, we went out with my (step) grandmother. This meant driving around a part of town I was in a lot as a kid, and a bit in high school, so of course it sparked nostalgia. But none so much as the mall: Crestwood mall.
