with thanks to
spacefem
My ears are still ringing.
Just came back from an Austin club. I'm getting better at fitting in, better at just dancing.
I've been in therapy for a while. I don't make much of a secret of it. I keep learning new things about myself as they get pointed out.
Tonight was all about two things.
First, there was accepting my feelings. Like, "I'm nervous." Instead of ignoring it or pretending it's not there, I just tried telling myself I was nervous, and so what? You live with it, you accept it and that frees you to stop obsessing over it. I had to do it several times tonight when I noticed it happening, but it was still nice.
Then, there's this thing where I'm always wondering if I'm doing "it" right. "It" can be a lot of things, and tonight "it" was dancing, and I was able to notice that I was doing it and remind myself that other people don't really have the answers for me, and that I'm more "normal" than I realize.
That last one only recently came up, and only indirectly, but it's been making me crazy all my life. I can't even remember all the things I haven't done because I was too worried about doing it "wrong". Singing, dancing, asking people out, riding a bike, giving a speech, writing a paper, swimming, writing a story, breaking the ice.... Some of those things I can do now, but it's a process.
A long process.

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It's been this way since I can remember, I can recall nearly passing out at band camp in high school under my vibraphone.
Managed to make a curry, however it's so spicy as to be nearly inedible. Apparently I just added pepper after pepper...
- Mood:
dizzy - Music:NPR
I think there have been a few people that are friends with
I think something similar happened with
Well I'm just saying...If you want to unfriend because you feel that since
FYI - I've also removed myself as a maintainter of
I'm also going to start purging my flist as well - Everyone that's a friend of Charlie's - I'll keep on my flist.
If you'd like to stay on my flist - please comment here and if I do remove you - I'll add you right back.
Just keep in mind that once I'm employed - I may not post to this journal as often. (right now I'm not employed so I actually have time)
I'll keep this open as a public non-flocked entry.
--Carrie--
In an ideal world, I would have a dressmaker or tailor who would be happy to make me the clothes that I know suit me, and would be happy to make half a dozen identical wrap-around skirts, long jackets, trousers, dresses, etc, in several shades of black, and then not expect to see me for a few years. Five, at least. Every now and then I would buy a hat, or a really good necklace. And all would be well. I do not require variety. I just want clothes that I don't have to bloody fuss with. S/he would not insist that I would look lovely in patterns or frills or brights or shorter skirts or maybe something a bit clingy. I do not require my clothes to make a statement; I can do that with words, and, sometimes, pictures. I would not have to worry that all the sleeves drooped six inches past my finger tips, or have to endure folding up the bottoms of trousers, or rolling the waist that is always too large if the damn things fit around my broad beam.
There are about three clothes makers who make clothes I like wearing. I can't afford any of them anymore.
Instead, no, I let myself be bullied into buying a skirt while, yes, fine, it looks OK, but I would never wear it in a thousand years, let alone to an interview when the last thing I want is to feel selfconscious and be twitching at the bloody thing because it shows my bloody horrible legs when I cross them. Spots! Colours! Not me. It is going *right* back to the shop tomorrow.
Do not wear white. Whoever came up with the term "winter white" should be shot. Everyone knows that if you wear white during the holidays, you WILL get cranberry sauce, ketchup and wine on it. No brainer. Even more important, do not let your kids wear anything other than blue or black between Thanksgiving and New Year's.
Hot.
Oh yeah.
( Likely NSFW... )
- Mood:
amused

