All You Need Is Love

There’s more to life than love and bein’ together

Is there? Tegan and Sara think there’s more. (been listening to a lot of Tegan and Sara lately)

I think the purpose of life is love. The whole point is to find people to love and be with them and then…die. Everything else is just filler. Yeah you might set off in the world with a greater purpose like finding a cure for HIV and AIDS. Or maybe finding an infinitely renewable energy source. Okay, I guess technically speaking there’s more to life than love and being together.

Am I a hopeless romantic for thinking the purpose of life is to love? Maybe I’m just sad. Have I got it all wrong? How could love be wrong? I mean, there’s definitely a line between sharing your perpetual fountain of boundless love with everyone and just being so desperate for love that you’ll take whatever comes. Really good love though, the kind that shows up unexpectedly when you need it, the kind that is there even if you don’t want it and will be there until you decide you do, the kind that changes your life, is what makes life worth living, what else could it be?

I guess I’ve always been a dreamer, even when I pretend I’m not.

An Open Letter to An Old Friend

Dear San Francisco,

Hi. How are you?

I know it’s been awhile. I’m sorry things ended up like they did last time we were together.

I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. I’ve been looking at pictures. I really miss you. I love the time we spent together. You were there for me through some of the hardest years of my life and I’m so grateful for that. I don’t know if we can ever get back to where we were before but I know I want you to be a part of my future. I just can’t stand living like this, not seeing you. I wish I could hug you but I wouldn’t know where to start.

I’ll see you soon, hopefully. Not sure when, but soon.

Love you,
Mitzi

Working from home

I’m working from home this morning because there is a plumbing problem at my house and I have to stay here for the plumber.

So I always think that working from home is the best idea ever. It probably is, but just not for me. I don’t have access to information I need because it is all on the servers at work. This means I can answer e-mails but the answers I have will probably not be helpful since I don’t have the proper info to answer the questions.

In a way, this sucks. In another way, this is totally awesome. Not only do I get to sit on my bed and “work” but I’m also only needed when something is horribly, horribly wrong. I can put out fires from the comfort of my own room. Everything else can be handled by my team. Today this is not such a big deal because there isn’t really much to be done, however, on a busy day I can see this situation totally sucking for everyone that is in the office. Not only would they have to do their own stuff but mine as well.

Adventures in Bikram

I went to my first Bikram Yoga class yesterday with my roommate.

When I’d first heard of it I thought “Oh Jesus, that’s hardcore,” but then I wanted to try it just to see how hardcore. To me it seemed like it would be really cleansing but really hard work. I figured I could probably do it, I’ve always thought of myself as a “tough cookie” if you will. Or, you know, maybe it would show me just how fucking UN-hardcore I was. So I tried it out.

Yeah, it was hot, yeah, I sweated, but not as much as some of the other people. This one guy was dispensing fluids like he was the dancing fountain at the Venetian or something. One of the other first timers had to sit out after about 10 minutes cause she was already dehydrated. I made it through the first hour, I think, keeping up with everyone but I soon started getting kind of sick to my stomach. I figured it was either my breakfast saying “Dude, it’s too hot in here. I’m out,” or it was me being dehydrated, so I sat out a couple of poses until I felt less nauseas.

Toward the end though I was getting pretty miserable and started thinking “ihateyouihateyouihateyouihateyouihateyou” to the instructor – who was just sitting on his pad in the front of the room telling us what to do. I couldn’t fucking WAIT until I could open that door and breathe cool air again. It would feel so good. Even in the relaxing poses, like just lying on your back, were pretty miserable. I thought “Everything outside this room will feel so good after we’re done. I can’t wait.”

So finally at the end of the class. I went to the changing room and ripped off my soaking clothes and put on a really thin loose shirt I had brought. It was like heaven. The women’s changing room smelt like vanilla, which made me want cupcakes pretty badly. Anyway while vegging out in the women’s changing room the girls were all talking about how it was about 5 -7 degrees hotter in there than it usually is and how they could barely stand it. My roommate was surprised at how long I held out before I had to take a break.

So today, my legs are a little sore, my neck is a little sore. I think we went through poses way faster than we should have, esp. in that kind of heat, but maybe that’s just how Bikram is, it’s not one of the relaxing yoga styles. And now I’m walking around thinking…hm, maybe I’ll go do that again this week.

I think the heat has gotten to my brain.

Toss or Keep?

I want to just throw away all my stuff. Everything I don’t need. The ratio of “stuff” I don’t need to stuff I do need is probably 5 to 1. Having said that, I can’t ever seem to let any of the uneeded “stuff” go. Not sure if that makes me a packrat or just sentimental. I’m sure there’s something to be said about holding on to the movie ticket stub from the first date with the love of your life, but really what are you going to do with it besides look at it and say, “Oh yeah, we saw Look Who’s Talking Too.” These are pretty much useless other than to remind you how much movie tickets were back then and what was out at the time.

I have a whole box dedicated to things of this type. I have ticket stubs, train passes, airplane tickets, bottle caps, rocks, guitar picks, receipts, etc. Among all this useless stuff I also have quite a few journals. I used to write in paper journals a lot. Almost daily. This was before I ever discovered the great lines of code that are now known as blogs.

So I asked the question of whether we should toss or keep journals. My reasoning for tossing them out is pretty much when do I ever read them? I remember going over several friends’ places and noting that none of them had very much “stuff” and seemed to live in a much cleaner space than I. Cleaner = empty, in this case.