Listening to Sting/The Dream of the Blue Turtles, and I'm immediately back in my bedroom, 7104 Old Gate Road, with record player.  Music is SO nostalgic.  Everything is nostalgic!

The coffee shop with Michael, Java House with clif , great Falls with Remi / Butter.  BlackHills with Sue.  Food, clothes, music, places, objects, haircuts, porn - it all brings be back to a specific time and place, pre hex, pre branddave, where (I guess) I long to be.  To relive.  To redo.  To wallow in the memories and happiness of what was, with people that I just miss so much.

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Back to May 2, 2025  - rushed around to shopmades to drop mother's day cards that I was late in designing/printing.  In the end, all will work out, but I just can't seem to get these deadlines worked out.  Worried that my dog card is "off", gross (?) and not something that will inspire people to give.  We'll see.  I think the cat is funny, and the cake one too.  

Riding the metro out, I was feeling so despondent, just this down blah feeling of obligation and self-frustration.  Struggling so much with feeling tired, unmotivated, uncreative, and L A Z Y.  All has translated to Branddave of course.  I took the advice (via YouTube) to heart -- it's all about M O M E N T U  M.  Getting moving towards something, anything, really.  Ugh, it just swirls around in my head but doesn't get put into action.

 

ANYWAY - glad it's weekend.  Catch up on things, and relax my heart.  Forgive myself, and move on.