Moon Memo-Spring Has Sprung
Good morning from Portland, where I am basking in the glow of another quality interview. If I get this job, I did my best. If I don't get this job, I did my best.
Today is Saturday. So far I've woken up at 6:30, chose 5 poems to send out to a little magazine, formatted, sent. Typed up a little plan for today in Obsidian, which I'm typing this into. About to go make coffee. Peed. What else to say. Naked for all of this, or at least trans naked.
Spring has sprung. The trees are budding. We had 80 degree weather a couple of days ago. All the flowers are starting their blooming. It's beautiful and pungent outside. Just lovely.
A bit destroyed today. I'm noticing how I respond to being gregarious with people. I default to Height and Drop. Very high How You Doing, Oh I'm Great, Let's Tackle This Problem, Let's Be The Party. And then drop of energy. That's not a bad thing. It's just a thing. Today is the drop. I don't want to interact with any other human. I'm out of practice for this. Spending too much time alone the last quarter has made it so this gregarious work self is dead a bit. Well, what can we do? We can do our best.
Do your best. Carry over from scouting. Like many girls I was almost an eagle scout. Carry the scout law (Trustworthy, Loyal, Helpful, Friendly, Courteous, Kind, Obedient, cheerful, Thrifty, Brave, Clean, and Reverent) and Oath (Do my best to do my duty to god and my country, to help other people at all times, keep physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight) inside of me, even if I don't agree with them anymore. I do my best.
Sunlight dappling into the blinds. I think that's all for today. Gonna go get dressed and hunker in a coffee shop with a book and coffee and notebook and try to dream a while. Take care of yourselves, bitches.
Misha