On the Move
The good girl doesn’t live here anymore. She moved away yesterday. She got tired of all the supposed to’s of doing what was expected of her So she packed up her bags and left a pile of dishes the floor …
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The good girl doesn’t live here anymore. She moved away yesterday. She got tired of all the supposed to’s of doing what was expected of her So she packed up her bags and left a pile of dishes the floor …
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When I first started participating in the Anar Dana Bay Area project, I was super excited. It seemed that I finally was becoming a dancer. Then I noticed that I wasn’t doing the daily practice that I had put together …
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In my poem on inner and outer dissonance, i was trying to capture something that i had still trouble articulating. Being “born into the wrong life” didn’t quite express what i was sensing and probably was too jarring to get …
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I’ve been going through a big internal shift, it seems. I don’t quite fully understand it yet. And i still lapse into self-judgment, though that is tempered by an increase in acceptance: Of myself, my good girl habit, my life, …
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I’ve been blogging a lot about my good-girl-habit, how that’s keeping me stuck in a conventional life, ashamed of all sorts of things, and preventing me from embracing a more radical approach to life. I also mentioned a couple of …
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As i more consciously embark on dismantling my good-girl-habit, breaking inner (and outer) rules, and become more aware of the dissonance i am still carrying with me, i have noticed an increase in self-judgments. I figured that the tools that …
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