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Oedipal Odyssey: August 2012
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Because I f*cking feel like it, that's why. Monday, August 13, 2012. I recently went on vacation for two weeks in rural Maine where it was quite easy to not be distracted. No major urban centres for miles, just quiet and wilderness. I was pretty burned out and thought this was just what I needed. Sensory deprivation. I was very much looking forward to it. As an artist, you learn to develop a thick skin, handle rejection and move on. But I hadn't really allowed myself to feel. There were a few occasions d...
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Oedipal Odyssey: March 2013
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Because I f*cking feel like it, that's why. Tuesday, March 26, 2013. When your worst enemy is. you. It's unusual for me to retain anything about my dreams, unless I immediately write them down upon waking. So when I clearly remembered one sentence, one fundamental idea, I figured it might be important. Sitting with some resentment one evening, I immediately noticed that this felt quite foreign as we're so apt to blame things outside ourselves for our negative feelings. It was also immediately elucida...
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Oedipal Odyssey: April 2013
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Because I f*cking feel like it, that's why. Tuesday, April 16, 2013. If it bleeds, it leads. Yesterday, a tragic event happened in Boston." Did you hear? Have you seen the news? Yep Very sad. Besides the usual niceties one utters so as not to seem like a complete sociopath, I remained unmoved. Of course, I would never wish for any harm to come to anyone but am I supposed to care more because yesterday's victims were mostly white North Americans? Labels: Are we dumb or what? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Oedipal Odyssey: May 2014
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Because I f*cking feel like it, that's why. Friday, May 2, 2014. When you think you're a stinking pile of shit. The power of positive thinking. I'm trying to cling to this notion even as I feel myself slipping further and further away from it. I know from experience that this kind of stuff does work. Being clear about my intentions, creating a vision board, believing that the seemingly impossible is possible. But then life decides to throw some curve balls. Is this to test my faith? What if I'm shit?
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Oedipal Odyssey: March 2012
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Because I f*cking feel like it, that's why. Friday, March 9, 2012. The writer's lament. Translation: pity party. Warning: the following is a writer's lament and therefore may be vomit-enducing. Don't say I didn't warn you. Apart from blogging, I'm also a playwright, an "emerging" playwright, meaning I haven't gotten that first professional production yet. I'm still plugging away, writing, networking, writing some more, working with some great dramaturgs, etc, etc. On my ass, you know, visualize what I wa...
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Oedipal Odyssey: March 2014
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Because I f*cking feel like it, that's why. Thursday, March 20, 2014. What to do when one gets metaphorically punched in the face. As an artist, there's nothing quite like being rejected, repeatedly. And for some reason, certain rejections hurt more than others. I received what I felt was a crushing blow yesterday. Tears were shed, Advil taken, cocktails had. On the plus side, I've got some projects lined up, some things "in the hopper", as they say, so it's not a total travesty. I was comforted by the f...
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Oedipal Odyssey: Hypochondria is overrated
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Because I f*cking feel like it, that's why. Thursday, December 6, 2012. There's no logic to it, no reasoning. Just this overwhelming sense that our very survival is being threatened, assailed constantly with inexplicable bumps, bruises, marks and strange-looking poo. Worry has to be the most useless emotion ever. It doesn't solve anything. It has no healing power. If anything, it just makes things worse because it puts your mind and body under stress. So why do we worry so much? Is it the uncertainty?
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Oedipal Odyssey: When you think you're a stinking pile of shit...
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Because I f*cking feel like it, that's why. Friday, May 2, 2014. When you think you're a stinking pile of shit. The power of positive thinking. I'm trying to cling to this notion even as I feel myself slipping further and further away from it. I know from experience that this kind of stuff does work. Being clear about my intentions, creating a vision board, believing that the seemingly impossible is possible. But then life decides to throw some curve balls. Is this to test my faith? What if I'm shit?
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Oedipal Odyssey: November 2014
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Because I f*cking feel like it, that's why. Wednesday, November 5, 2014. L'enfer, c'est les autres.". I'm not sure what's worse - being excluded or being misunderstood. Maybe they're the same thing. Low-brow kind of humour. Message received. As a woman with no children, I'm cast in a grey zone as some unfinished piece, often misunderstood. Why didn't you want to have children? You can't possibly understand until / unless you have children of your own. What's wrong with you? Familial relationships can ran...
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