The 10-Minute Hack
David Kadavy, lifehacker.comThe hardest part of doing most things is just starting. We often think about how big of a project we have ahead of ourselves, and that’s what makes it hard to start. I know when I was writing my book, it seemed like most of my day was spent…
The 10-Minute Hack
David Kadavy, lifehacker.comThe hardest part of doing most things is just starting. We often think about how big of a project we have ahead of ourselves, and that’s what makes it hard to start. I know when I was writing my book, it seemed like most of my day was spent…
Why We Need to Learn More About Stuff We Don’t Need to Know
Amy Shearn, oprah.comWhen I moved into my first actual apartment, the awesome kitchen (actually a square of ancient appliances that overlooked a stinking alley) inspired me to learn to make bagels from scratch. I read about making bagels, I tried different…
Some Days by James Baldwin
Some days worry
some days glad
some days
more than make you mad.
Some days,
some days, more than shine:
when you see what’s coming
on down the line!
Some days you say,
oh, not me never - !
Some days you say
bless God forever.
Some days, you say,
curse God, and die
and the day comes when you wrestle
with that lie.
Some days tussle
then some days groan
and some days
don’t even leave a bone.
Some days you hassle
all alone.
I don’t know, sister,
what I’m saying,
nor do no man,
if he don’t be praying.
I know that love is the only answer
and the tight-rope lover
the only dancer.
When the lover come off the rope today,
the net which holds him is how we pray,
and not to God’s unknown,
but to each other
the falling mortal is our brother!
Some days leave
some days grieve
some days you almost don’t believe.
Some days believe you,
some days don’t,
some days believe you
and you won’t.
Some days worry
some days mad
some days more than make you glad.
Some days, some days,
more than shine,
witnesses,
coming on down the line!
Episode 3 of ONE GIRL, ONE HAND. what am I doing with my life, you ask? frankly, i don’t know and I’m not worried. =)
I love everything about Jarrod. I miss him. It’ll be hard not living with him next year. :/ <3 sigh.
Listaholic? check.
1) Move Out
2) Watch Harry Potters 4-current
3) Read Virginia Woolf’s, Night and Day
4) Organize school binders from Junior Year
5) Make Neal’s 5 books. ps- neal, like, wait til June at least, come on buddy.
6) figure out how to make my resume look like something other than a cut up dictionary on my website
7) meghanseaman.com is a true story nowadays.
8) Make 3rd One Girl, One Hand episode. what happened to that? hmm
9) Use iPad more. dont be a douche, meg.
10) Once moved in, start growing my garden! WOO HOO.
10 a) figure out which foods I can grow in a baby pot on my balcony. do flower research.
TONIGHT: I’m cooking Chicken Parm for dinner. Cooking helps me feel a little more purposeful. Which is something I need. =)
Abby is in new york, Jarrod is in Colorado and Shannon is on the beach with her mamma…so quiet. :/
wherever you go…
I’ve never spent a summer in Philly until now. Going home after a long and exhausting semester was always the perfect way to recover, relax and rejuvenate myself for the next year. After Junior year I felt like I should spend my last summer before “the real world” on my own, you know, facing life. I’m typically one to believe “your life starts now” “this IS the real world” etc, but somehow the universe led to me to stay here. I also realized how ridiculous it was for me to pay for a house I’m not living in. But here I am. And I somehow feel so unsatisfied. I’m trying to get my feet on the ground, but I feel like I’m living in an alternate universe. Maybe the transition between insane school life and enjoying the city in the summer is creating this sense of floating, purposeless living. I’m so used to being insane in Philly, I feel incredibly lazy just living day to day here now. My roommates have all started half moving out and I feel like I’m living in an abandoned ghost barn. Everything is dirty and empty rooms are marked with all those things which didn’t make the cut to be brought to the new house. I feel like I shouldn’t be here anymore, but, alas, until June 1st I got no choice!
the very wise fourteen-year-old Meghan used to tell people “falling in love is the best and worst thing that’ll ever happen to you.” I’d like to smack her in the face right now. It’s fucking true, but shut up, you know? Loving seems to take priority over everyone’s life, doesn’t it? We have the choice to do X amount of things and people seem to pick whichever option includes that which they love. Which seems to have alienated me in the best and worst way possible.
BALANCE.
right?
It sure is harder than it sounds when someone comes and sweeps you off your feet.
I’m learning how much stuff happened to me in high school that really traumatized me that I never dealt with. I thought if I pushed past it and continued on my merry way, I’d be fine- I was the strong one and I was happy, how could I go wrong? Well, I did. Big time, because I’m totally paying for it and I think, though they probly don’t know, the people around me are, too.
Fourteen-year-old Meghan also would tell people: “We do what we can do at the time, if later the decision is regretted, then it’s regretted, but we do what we can in the moment. that’s it.” Me as a teenager was right, but I wish I knew how much later would suck as I’m making up for all those “in the moment survival instincts.” Sigh.
Last night I was talking to Abby (whom I love, thank god for her. I don’t know what I’ll do when I don’t have her across the hall anymore, really) about how great it was that she has other things she loves to do beside theatre.. not putting all eggs in one basket, etc. And then I realized that I think I’ve lost touch with my “other things.” It’s hard to do anything but theatre while you’re in school for theatre, but I care about SO MUCH MORE and I’m good at other things that fill my soul with light so I HAVE to do them. This summer I NEED to expand my life. Because as much as I love UArts and theatre, FUCK are people crazy and FUCK is it a small incestuous world in that Terra building.
THINGS I’M GOING TO DO BESIDES THEATRE:
—Plant. First my stupidimeanbeautiful Bamboo, and once I move into my new place (AHH) flowers and maybe even food!! Veggies! How cute would that be.
—Do arts & crafts. I love painting and knitting and making things for people, so I want to do that more. Maybe I’ll add an Arts&Crafts drawer to my desk next year. Nicole will kill me, but maybe if I make her a spaghetti necklace she’ll let it stay. ;P
—Read. <3 NOT PLAYS. but like, real books, too. weird, I know.
—Get involved in another community- maybe a book club. Or a community service board. Or babysit or be friends with my old art major friends from freshman year.
—I also want to have dinner parties next year. I want to stop eating out all the fucking time and I want to enjoy the company of my friends in a clean and healthy enviornment.
I’m losing my mind.
Enough of this. =)
There’s a baby talking/screaming/crying outside.. it’s this little family eating dinner in their backyard- SO cute. one day, meg, one day.
