So as the story goes, I was listening to Glen Phillips while brushing my hair 100 times, like Marcia Marcia Marcia. Kisses if you can get that reference (and I don’t really brush my hair 100 times). Then I noticed he had yet another cryptic song lyric about his brother. I got so curious that I Googled “Glen Phillips Brother” and wound up down a huge rabbit hole of articles and interviews about his depression and healing, and family life. I was RIVETED. Then I found out he has solo albums of songs I’ve never heard, so of course, I had to fall down that rabbit hole too.
I saw him live twice, and both times were definitely worth writing home about. I got into Toad the Wet Sprocket in 1994 with their Dulcinea release, and I never looked back. They broke up in 1998 but I SWEAR I saw them in 2000 at a small concert. Google claims they didn’t reunite until 2006 but I’m telling you that it happened. I went with my friend Flip and we ran into my ex-boyfriend there, and that totally gave me pause but I soldiered on. In fact, Flip was a blogger long before I fell down THIS particular (beautiful) rabbit hole and he blogged about our concert night. He said that I saw my ex-boyfriend and was rightfully, temporarily flattened by it, but then remained stoic. I think he used the word “stoic.” And I love that. It doesn’t describe me, though.
However, does it describe me in the year 2000(ish)? More so. In the year 2000(ish), after running into an ex I ended things with? Even more so. In the year 2000(ish), after running into an ex I ended things with, and I was seeing Toad the Wet Sprocket live and nothing could ruin that?
It’s funny how it all connects. The music, the friends, the personal hobby (blogging) I eventually picked up ten years later, and the way I brush my hair to his music. I got exactly what I needed.
Well I’m reading “Summer of ’69” by Elin Hilderbrand. I read all of her books, even though I recently heard a friend describe her as that friend’s guilty pleasure! I take them quite seriously.
Oh, I’m so glad you asked! Last night I was positively flattened by doing too much planning at once. I was planning a breakfast date with my friend, Kasey, our upcoming Orlando plans with family members I might see, and our upcoming St. Augustine plans with my mother-in-law. Planning feels good when you’re trying to decide which day to do the manatee cruise, which day to see sloths at the alligator farm (not sloths WITH alligators), which day to see dolphins, and which day to go downtown, rent bikes, and walk the beach. I’m also contemplating the planning of a trip to Nashville and another one to California. Everything in its right time, I say.
I can be a pretty stressy person, or really, more anxious than stressed. Gosh, I don’t know. I do still have some negative feelings I got a few minutes ago – just thinking about a reshoot or two I have to do for work. I hate when I screw up drafts. I’d say overall I’m not experiencing the kind of stress I had been experiencing in recent times – concerning love, life, and the American dream. I actually feel really calm this week – like I’m asking the universe for what I need – and getting it.
Well. All day I was wearing a fitted flannel shirt and a bandana-like headband, and I was told I looked like Rosie the Riveter a few times. I also wore socks with bad words printed on them, and Star Wars underwear. I’d rather show you what Scarlet is wearing these days. It’s super fetching.
Well there’s a Dead & Company show playing on the TV. And I’m watching the growing relationship between my two favorite one-year-olds. The Dynamic Duo! Frick and Frack!
Well, you already know this one, don’t you? It’s the name of the game of the post!
I’m not eating anything right this second, but I’m eyeing two things I brought home this week – a cup of Coffee Dough (coffee cookie dough) ice cream with peanut butter sauce and rainbow sprinkles, as well as a Dark Chocolate Sea Salt Espresso Tart from the local pie bar. And. I went out to breakfast/coffee with my friend, Kasey, this morning and brought home Whoopie Pie and White Chocolate Caramel cupcakes for the kids. I don’t love cupcakes, but these are magic.
All the Glen Phillips I can handle (which is a lot)! Plus, sweet treats, dog and cat friendships, making dinner, dessert, breakfast, and movie plans with the amazing friends I’ve made in the last few years, my current stack of library books, men in fetching, fitted linen shirts, Luna time..
It’s kind of funny because my post last week was heavy, and I feel like this one is light, but that’s ok. I FEEL lighter. I’m all talked out. I had intense conversations all week with intense people. I’m experiencing a bit of a freedom I haven’t had in awhile – and it’s really hard to put into words. It’s like this – my heart is lighter. I’m notoriously awful at letting go – for real letting go – and I think I did just that. I let go of something better than I thought I could have. It’s astonishing.
I hope it lasts. This finding myself on the other side of a dark tunnel. I’m not fully immersed in the light, yes, but it’s like I’ve found the pinpoint of brightness and it’s growing stronger and warmer with every step. I hope for less snow, and more bike riding. Less stress and more peace. I hope to find more meaning in my life for 2020. Well, I already have that. I hope then – to be better able to focus all the feelings and dreams, and bring more meaning to other people’s lives. I hope Scarlet’s little cold doesn’t get worse this weekend, and I hope all your wishes come true.
It’ll all become clear
Oh when I embrace the ones I fear
It’ll all become clear” — Glen Phillips
I’m linking up with Finish The Sentence Friday (FTSF) for another fun, challenging prompt. This week’s topic is “Currently, I’m..(10 Verbs)” There’s time to write yours. Link up your post below!
*The yellow tunnel photo above has my friend, Flip! I had already chosen the photo because of tunnel imagery, but now I see it has him in it. It’s in the way it all comes full circle, like I said.