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musings, heartstains, mischief, cravings, and inner monologue

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New York makes you a little bit crueler to yourself

So the other day I bought a sketchbook and drew a picture.

Then I went to a dance call and realized that I can dance alright (who knew?), so I managed to get through the whole thing and make a few friends.

Then I played with a puppy for about 2 hours.

Then I went to a free Yoga class and got all sorts of sweaty and spiritual FOR FREE.

I spent some time listening to some insanely talented musicians on my Brooklyn rooftop, very nearly allowed myself to freestyle rap (in time, young Jedi), learned how to beatbox a little bit, and made a porkchop (it was. delicious).

Then I responded to a million and one messages, e-mails, requests, etc.- the sheer quantity of which had previously left me paralyzed in the fetal position on my floor.

Some days I feel like I’m slowly working my way out of some shedded skin that won’t let go.  Other days I’m a new man.  I’m hoping like the other day, the summer season brings way more of the latter.

Notice how this revelatory day didn’t involve work?

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We’re born into this world naked and screaming, with no possessions. And we leave in the same way, you know? We can’t take it with us. All we have is our bodies and our souls and that’s it. I don’t even think our bodies are our own. I think that’s just borrowed. So give it away, that’s what I say. Give it away.

Sufjan Stevens

I could post this whole interview or you could just go read it here