Jul 4, 2011

I'm into it.

The Office. OMFG how is it that I haven't mentioned this in a previous post yet?!
The last couple months I started at episode one and watched straight through. I was addicted. I've never loved a show (comedy) more. I'm a little obsessed. I'm pretty sure I'm Dwight's biggest fan. I even dreamed we were hanging out and he was throwing me in a swimming pool. What does it all mean?! I'm also pretty sure I'm going to need therapy to deal with the loss of Michael Scott. And to deal with the fact I'm out of episodes for now. I'm also having a hard time believing that they're not real people. That means that my dream of a 24/7 live feed of Dunder Mifflin probably won't happen. It also means that I probably can't change careers and take a job there, right next to Oscar and Kevin. I won't be able to bring back Cafe Disco and I certainly won't spend a night at Schrute Farms.

I'm into my new hat.

I'm into the Glee Project.
#TeamCameronMitchell watch it. Find him on twitter & facebook & support the hell outta him.

I'm into my YouTube friend, Michael Buckley of the What the Buck Show for always helping and supporting my online life and for being simply amazeballs. Go subscribe to all his channels right now. Drop what you're doing and go. Good bunnies.

I'm into doing all that is in my power to make all my dreams come true. I'm proud to be moving forward in "fighting the good fight" and not allowing myself to accept otherwise.

I'm into these quotes:

‎"Never stop dreaming. Follow the omens."

"No matter what he does, every person on earth plays a central role in the history of the world."

"God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches by means of opposites, so that you will have two wings to fly, not one."

I'm into the book I just finished, "The Pilgrimage" by Paulo Coelho
and I suggest you read the blog I wrote about it last month:

I'm into following my heart more than ever from here on out.

I'm into Spiderman. But that's nothing new. What IS new is that I just got my row D ticket to Spiderman on bway in the mail and I'll be there in a week. I don't care what you've heard or read about it. I. can't. wait. And you know I'll be waiting after to meet Peter Parker. I need to buy a new dress. I mean, what does one wear to meet SPIDERMAN?! Especially when he looks like this. Oh dear.

I'm into working out. Ready to start week 6 in the gym for cardio followed by weights and resistance and continue on this path to be what I want to be physically. 5-6 days a week, baby. I'm so proud of myself.

I'm into the poem in th note my friend Emma tagged me in on facebook.

The following is a poem, introduced to me by one of the most powerful souls I've encountered. It speaks to the lexicon of my soul. To know you in this way is my highest wish. This is the tapestry of which I wish to weave our relations... Allow me passage into your heat, offering privy the truest essence of who you are. I offer the same. I love you, now, in this moment. Thank you for coloring my world so brilliantly.


It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

That's about it for now... tweet me, huh?

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