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This came on in yoga. I felt so fly going through my vinyasa at the chorus.
Wiz Khalifa— When I’m Gone,
“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees— just as things grow in fast movies— I had the familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with summer.” FSF, Great Gatsby
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Yesterday I spent time at the National Air Force Museum. One of my favorite parts was the IMAX feature: Hubble.
The Conga Line.
For a very long time my family and I have been dancing the addict dance.
I picture it to be similar to a conga line with the addict merrily leading the way
and the rest of us following along behind him where ever he leads us.
Every so often the addict drops something right in our path
and one of us has to pick it up so that we don’t trip.
He’s dropped so much stuff that our hands are full
and it’s really difficult to keep following behind the addict
while holding onto both him and each other for dear life.
The addict moves faster and faster;
the music’s really loud and
It’s so very hard to keep up with him,
but he doesn’t seem to notice.
I was right behind him, the second person in line
but my arms were so full of his stuff and he was moving so quickly
that I couldn’t dance anymore and had to drop out,
and my 88 year old mother ran up behind him to take my place
so that the line wouldn’t be broken.
My husband and girls got tired of dancing, too, so they dropped the addict’s stuff
and went off to do other things with their time
while my mom did her best to keep up with the the addict and his macabre dance -
But finally she got tired of dancing, too.
The addict realized he was no longer leading,
he couldn’t do it alone;
he didn’t like it.
He pulled out all the stops in his attempt to get us back into line…
He promised to go slower, to change the dance steps, to change the route,
to quit dropping so much stuff so that we could keep up with him.
But we didn’t join in - we didn’t like that dance.
He got angry.
He yelled, insulted, threatened, lied.
And although it would be easier
just to let him have his way and rejoin the conga line
So far we haven’t, just for today.
—This is my mom’s metaphor for life with an addict. It’s spot on.
A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
—Kurt Vonnegut, The Sirens of Titan (via girlwithoutwings)
(Source: quote-book, via sdowney)
I look forward to Monday night hot yoga. It leaving me aching for two days. And that’s what I go back for.
Whenever I think “I’m too tired,” I watch this video and it’s motivation enough.
On to brighter thoughts, Mad Men comes back Sunday!
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