My mother lived from August 20th, 1963 to December 25th, 1990. She was 27 years old when she died.

The closer I get to 27, the more anxious I feel.

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I function off benchmarks. I’m not at all a competitive person. For the most part, competition turns me off. But I always have personal benchmarks to measure my progress toward certain goals. Big markers help me a lot. I Iike to make stupid resolution lists, and I appropriate things like Lent to challenge myself. This year is no different.

This time I’m hopping on a popular bandwagon amongst privileged, middle class mothers — I am going to try to stop feeling guilty about making time for just me. Partner, parents, work aside, I want to spend time each day to just do me. In the past two and a half years I’ve learned a lot, but the overall feeling has been of stagnation. It’s entirely my fault. I’ve somehow convinced myself that dedicating time to people I love is enough, but I’ve realized that it’s detrimental when it comes at the expense of my personal growth.
I posted something a while back about learning to be ok with disappointing the people I love. I guess this is along those lines. Distance is scares me, but I think it’s necessary.
I’m writing out of my ass now. Today was not a very good day. But now I feel a little better.

Learn to take, learn to receive

Sometimes you give and give and give, and.

Nothing in the world can bother you as much as your own mind, I tell you. In fact, others seem to be bothering you, but it is not others, it is your own mind.
Sri Sri Ravi Shankar   (via thepeacefulterrorist)

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The Questionable Ethics of Teaching My Son to Love Pro Football

Like countless other middle-aged American men, some of my happiest childhood memories involve watching professional sports with my dad. So it was an unexpected delight when my eight-year-old, previously largely indifferent to my New England Patriots obsession, showed sudden interest a few weeks ago. Last Saturday night, he proudly dug out a long-unused Patriots jersey and joined me on the couch late into the night as the Patriots dispatched the Indianapolis Colts.

It was wonderful. And it made me a little sick.

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It is my guiding thesis that people who claim a serious interest in America but consider racism to be a niche topic are divided against themselves. You can’t understand American politics, without understanding the Civil War. You can’t understand the suburbs, without understanding redlining. You can’t understand the constitution, without understanding slavery. In effect if you are an American who avoids understanding the force of racism, you are avoiding an understanding of yourself and your country.

Perhaps you are even avoiding something more.

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Instead of saying “I don’t have time” try saying “it’s not a priority,” and see how that feels. Often, that’s a perfectly adequate explanation. I have time to iron my sheets, I just don’t want to. But other things are harder. Try it: “I’m not going to edit your résumé, sweetie, because it’s not a priority.” “I don’t go to the doctor because my health is not a priority.” If these phrases don’t sit well, that’s the point. Changing our language reminds us that time is a choice. If we don’t like how we’re spending an hour, we can choose differently.
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Remove yourself from the situation, change it, or accept it totally. If you want to take responsibility for your life, you must choose one of these three options, and you must choose now. Then accept the consequences. No excuses. No negativity. No psychic pollution. Keep your inner space clear.
Eckhart Tolle (via creatingaquietmind)

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