Brain expulsion

My brain is a jumble.  Let me clear it.

While I don't feel bad that I hate my cat, I feel bad admitting that I hate my cat.

I haven't got this kiln to work yet.  And until I get it to work, I don't want to start any new pieces for fear of them sitting around for an undetermined amount of time in a fragile greenware state.

I want to play roller derby.  I want more tattoos.  I want to have a tea party.  I want a rose garden.  I want to move.  I want to travel.  I want to know if my hair is turning gray yet.  I want to enjoy cooking & eating healthfully.  I want to not gag on cold salads.  I want some friends again.

I need to remind myself that I should have plenty of time to make most of these things happen, but I just do not work that way.  All these things circle me and scream at me.

Last, but not least, I wholly endorse the Springpad app/website.  It is very helpful when you have an insane amount of important things you want to remember to do.  Like make alien terrariums.

Hippie Shit & Roller Derby

So I am reading this book, "The Power of Now." I am only up to chapter 3. There is a lot of mumbojumbo, and I am having a hard time sticking with it, but I'm committed. I like the idea of it, even if I can't get over the vision of the author wearing lots of beads and flowy clothes. And burning a lot of incense.

Obviously, I don't have much to report yet, but so far, it points out to separate "you" from your ever-chattering mind. To observe your thought processes as an outside entity... sort of interesting. "Negativity" counts as mind-chatter, and you are encouraged to quickly note a sudden turn of misery or moodiness. As a bystander, it's a little easier to get to the root of things. I realize that made no sense, but like I said, I only read 2 chapters. Maybe my beads and flowy clothes still need to be earned.

Roller derby. A pipe dream?

I've played roller derby for.... wow.... 6 or 7 years, now. I stopped playing in 2009 because I got pregnant...and really haven't been back.