#mar. 7

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Anthony Perkins in "Look Homeward, Angel," which played at the Ethel Barrymore Theatre from November 28, 1957 to March 7, 1959, and then moved to the 54th Street Theatre from March 9 to April 4, 1959. It won the Pulitzer Prize for Drama in 1958 for playwright Ketti Frings, based on the novel by Thomas Wolfe.

Photo: Friedman-Abeles via NYPL

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Parade officials and military veterans watch the Pulaski Day Parade, March 7, 1939. A large "E Pluribus Unum" crest hangs behind the group.

Photo: Univ. of Minnesota

[lysitheaioandeuropa]

It’s been three months that i said i’d start writing in these that i finally get around to doing it, lol, but mainly because today in particular is worth noting. 

work was work, nothing crazy, and we’re halfway through the week and i have managed to keep up a semblance of a routine, which is good. but i went to see my therapist and for what felt like the first time in the six months that i’ve seen her, i can actually see the progress in me, AND I’M NOT AFRAID OF IT!! because at my lowest points, i still wondered in the back of my mind was it worth it getting help, or trying to feel better, and what would happen once i did. like, once i manage symptoms and integrate them into my daily,  what happens next?? when i don’t need to take meds anymore and this just isn’t literally all consuming of my life anymore? but today i actually had a good feeling about it.

and i talked to micaela and she agrees completely. there are things im doing without even noticing now and it’s great! i hope i’m not just going through a manic episode and that i’m actually getting better, because that was the bigger fear besides just “getting better;” what happens when you think you’re getting better (a three day period of “manic” me), and then suddenly you crash back into that six-month long blackhole of depression AGAIN??? and it’s like rinse repeat and you just tired of it, you sometimes just wanna rinse and be done w it bruh.

anyway, i liked that i was able to see some good in today. i cooked and meal prepped and shit like that. i’ve been taking my vitamins and probiotics too :DD i didn’t think i’d be able to keep it up, but i have and its nice. 

Both of my parents are coming this weekend and i’m lowkey stressed, but also looking forward to my weekend plans outside of that. 

[darkeststorm]

March 7, 2014 Song of The Day: You Got My Number by Andrew Ripp

[upsideofwriting]

Good-Better-Best

On the scale of

“good-better-best,”

Never settle for “good.”

Don’t aim for “best,” either,

Because “best” means you’ve hit the ceiling;

You’ve maxed out.

Instead, aim for “better;”

There’s always a new “better” to reach,

And you’ll never stop growing.

[helloengl111-blog]

Collaborative "Twitter" Poem (Spring Break)

The piano man getting hit with glittery bricks nods. He mistakes pieces of a wild night scattered on the side of the road for unimaginable devastation across the world. He’s still trying to find the rainbow in the gutter. The rain is causing unrest. He often mistakes TV screens for mirrors. It’s hard to believe human thinking is real. If I could I’d hit him like a metaphor. Lick the back of his neck with my hair Drape my limbs over his every night I’m trying to figure out the truth. My book tells me you don’t need a blanket to stay warm But when I look up beneath virgin feet I blink on the bright side. I smell extinguished cigarettes in air conditioned cleanliness I get angry about things I can’t control. The same cumbersomethings. It’s hard to believe the sun is shining. _______________ Commentary: I enjoyed this exercise. It drew my attention to the poetry in everyday uses of language. The process was similar to putting together a jigsaw puzzle. Each tweet was a piece, but it was up to us to find the right fit. I thought this exercise gave just the right amount of freedom. There was an overall constraint, but we were free to compile the tweets however we wanted.