Today my sister (from another mother) is being confirmed as Jewish. She is going through the traditional ceremony and the Mikveh bath ritual–one that reminds me quite a bit of a baptism. I’m proud of her. This is one of her largest life goals and she has worked tirelessly to achieve it. The goal is so profound that it pours into much of her writing, bleeding through scenarios and touching every possible subject matter. This massive change of lifestyle not only makes me proud, but in a way makes me jealous. She wanted this, so she went out and did it.
Sounds so simple on the surface.
Why then do so few people ever reach their dreams? Are the dreams too big, they too lazy, or is there a more nuanced truth somewhere in between the extremes, which accounts for the many possibilities of personal failure. I’ve watched people fail again and again. I’ve failed countless times and continue to do so, and therefore success feels very powerful to me. When you make it, you deserve to be shown how amazing you are.
Some Thoughts:
- I’m basically through my ASMR phase. It was fun while it lasted. While I am a fan of strange sounds and whispers, the over sexualization of the casts broke me. I didn’t come here to see your bikini. Hell, I’m not even here to watch. I’m here to listen. But the sex stuff makes it weird.
- That being said, cats purring are about the most relaxing sounds I can think of. Well, cat grooming is pretty chill too. Yes, I accept my strangeness completely. You should too. #Diversity
- The entire sound thing is about relaxation and background chill noise. Some writers prefer metal, some classical, I prefer whispers, clicks and other distractions that trigger my autonomous sensory meridian response. In that chill state I can write and feel far less tired and more focused while doing so.