To Do:

1. Dance more.

2. Paint more.

3. Picture more. 

4. Write more. 

5. Weekend more.

6. Read more, better.

7. Drink more coffee, better.

8. BROCCOLI MORE. 

9. Smile bigger, more.

10. Tropical, more. 

11. Stop thinking “I could do that better,” and actually do something. Preferably better, but success measured against what?

Where did it go?

Sometimes I forget I have a body. Furreal. And it feels good to forget!

Today

I received bright orange shoes in the mail! It’s completely barbaric how much I like them.

Dear Wasted Day,

Fuck you. A lot. I did nothing. I have so many ideas about who and what I am. And you know, I’m disproving them every single day. There comes a point where you either have to level with reality, and look it in the eye or STEP UP YOUR GAME. Fuck today. Fuck daylight savings, fuck falling up icy hills, fuck painting my fucking nails, fuck laying down for longer than standing up. Just FUCK IT.

i am lots of things right now. Tomorrow, i will do things.

United States of Tara

Man, I love watching my stories on the tee vee. Some television (mostly the things that aren’t actually on our cable plan, of course) is so so so good. Inspirational, hilarious, witty, amazing. 

It’s truly disappointing that lazy, bullshit reality television has become the norm. I mean, come on - The Bachelor? Some dude gets to hook up with a ton of different (good looking) women in the hopes of finding “the one.” I find carpets more compelling. Except that Courtney bitch has really got to go…

Perhaps if we spent more time watching thought provoking television (or at least less time watching less thought provoking television) we’d all be smahtah!

Excellent thought for the day. Goodnight!

Self Magazine, March 2012

“We allow ourselves to appreciate the beauty of nature - flowers, whatever the length of their stem or the shape of their petals; clouds in the sky, however wispy or puffy - so why don’t we treat ourselves with the same admiration? Just like every bloom, blade of grass or ray of sun, we are beautiful. Sometimes, you have to slow down long enough to let that sink in.” SELF, page 154

Self affirmation, diet tip, mascara ad, celebrity, high-priced fashion item, round back to self affirmation. Yes, I spent $4 at the super market on this magazine. It frustrates me when so much energy is spent on how to apply the perfect, smudge-free eyeliner. Or that magazines simultaneously tell you how wonderful and beautiful you are, but inundate you with false images of what women look like. Also, I contend: why the fuck does it matter what I look like, or if I’m beautiful or not? I don’t think it’s fair for people to be self deprecating, of course, but I also don’t think it’s fair for people to be vain. People are often both. (Commence morning makeup ritual.) It’s ridiculous how over thought all of this beauty nonsense is. In 10 years we don’t look the same at all. In 50 we’re shadowed versions of our previous selves. In 200 years we are probably dirt again.

Isn’t the lesson that LIFE is beautiful? Shouldn’t it be?