GEMINI (May 21-June 20)
Week of June 14, 2001
"It would be a good time to teach the poetry of Rumi and Allen Ginsberg to teens at an inner city high school. The omens are also favorable for you to make big bucks by posing for a Calvin Klein underwear ad. Other exotic but practical experiences you might seek out: learning to pilot a Russian MIG-29 fighter jet; working as a well-capper at an out-of-control natural gas rig in Louisiana; or getting tips on seduction by swimming with dolphins that are courting each other. The key, Gemini, is to have constructive fun as you stretch yourself a little past your limits."
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I'm still alive. Tired, but alive.
I'm beginning to believe that Rob Brezsny knows what he's talking about. Or, at least, that he's damn good at knowing how to say things. Possibly both.
As far as testing my own limits goes, I'm working on that. I have concrete, short-term plans. I have every intention of making my best attempt to see them through. This is progress, for me. (More on those plans later, assuming they don't fall through.)
It occurred to me that the mind and the body are said to be linked, and that my mind might get healthy faster if I paid some attention to my body's health. I am trying to do this. I have resolved to avoid all impulses and NOT take up smoking again; I am trying to work up to jogging again (it's difficult, but walking is good too); I am eating protein and drinking gallons of water; and I discovered, somewhere in me, an appreciation for the sun. Of all these things, an hour in the sun has proven to be the most immediately therapeutic, even meditative. Go figure.
I attempted to give up caffeine, as well. That lasted about an hour, then I gave into the pounding headache. I then decided that a life without diet coke is just not a life I'd want to live, and that everyone should be allowed one vice, and that's the last thing I'm ever going to say on the subject, and I don't expect to hear another word about it, either.
So, slowly, very slowly, things are getting better.
Private journalling as been cathartic, so I plan to continue it. But I'll also publicly update, from time to time. For anyone that cares.
Week of June 14, 2001
"It would be a good time to teach the poetry of Rumi and Allen Ginsberg to teens at an inner city high school. The omens are also favorable for you to make big bucks by posing for a Calvin Klein underwear ad. Other exotic but practical experiences you might seek out: learning to pilot a Russian MIG-29 fighter jet; working as a well-capper at an out-of-control natural gas rig in Louisiana; or getting tips on seduction by swimming with dolphins that are courting each other. The key, Gemini, is to have constructive fun as you stretch yourself a little past your limits."
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I'm still alive. Tired, but alive.
I'm beginning to believe that Rob Brezsny knows what he's talking about. Or, at least, that he's damn good at knowing how to say things. Possibly both.
As far as testing my own limits goes, I'm working on that. I have concrete, short-term plans. I have every intention of making my best attempt to see them through. This is progress, for me. (More on those plans later, assuming they don't fall through.)
It occurred to me that the mind and the body are said to be linked, and that my mind might get healthy faster if I paid some attention to my body's health. I am trying to do this. I have resolved to avoid all impulses and NOT take up smoking again; I am trying to work up to jogging again (it's difficult, but walking is good too); I am eating protein and drinking gallons of water; and I discovered, somewhere in me, an appreciation for the sun. Of all these things, an hour in the sun has proven to be the most immediately therapeutic, even meditative. Go figure.
I attempted to give up caffeine, as well. That lasted about an hour, then I gave into the pounding headache. I then decided that a life without diet coke is just not a life I'd want to live, and that everyone should be allowed one vice, and that's the last thing I'm ever going to say on the subject, and I don't expect to hear another word about it, either.
So, slowly, very slowly, things are getting better.
Private journalling as been cathartic, so I plan to continue it. But I'll also publicly update, from time to time. For anyone that cares.
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