I invite you to write down brief descriptions of the five most pleasurable moments you’ve ever experienced in your life. Let your imagination dwell lovingly on these memories for, say, 20 minutes. And keep them close to the surface of your awareness in the week ahead. If you ever catch yourself slipping into a negative train of thought, interrupt it immediately and compel yourself to fantasize about those Big Five Ecstatic Moments. This exercise will be an excellent way to prime yourself for a New Age of Unhurried Bliss and Gentle Beauty, which I predict is just ahead for you. If you can keep the morose part of your mind quiet, there’s a good chance you will stir up a new ecstatic experience that will belong near the top of your all-time list.

That’s what I’m talking about.  I’ve got a really good nibble and really good vibes about this interview on Monday.  I’ve passed the HR barricade, the departmental HR phone interview, did well on the phone with the hiring manager this morning.  I’ve overqualified but for some reason that isn’t concerning them.  This could be a nice place for me to plant myself until something in my field comes along.  Lots of irons in the fire, lots of possibilities. Continue reading →

Given a choice, I’m going to choose my ass every time.

We are only as sick as our secrets. Some think I should save face and never ever mention how I’m feeling at any given time. That speaking out about my own reality is actually a show of weakness. That I am living in self pity when I do that. That I am undignified. That I am an embarrassment and inappropriate. Whatever.  I disagree. Adamantly. I think judgment and intolerance and inability to allow me to be who I am, my own unique and wonderful self, an insistence that I be like someone other than myself, is very sad.

“Allah loves wonderous variety.”

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