I had been seeing this ad for a journal on my social feeds, and I thought, yeah, that looks good. It's called Burn After Writing. It was $10 on Amazon.
So I bought it. It's helpful in that it offers concrete writing prompts that aid in omphaloskepsis - which is the fancy term for navel-gazing.
I like it - it's got some good jumping off points, but what it makes me realize is that I am never too far from feeling sorry for myself. And that's not great.
I mean, I like knowing that I can function in the space of bittersweetness - but I really wish I could stop wallowing in the kiddie pool of sadness. So shallow!
I mean, there a lot of "the worst/hardest/saddest" and "the bestest/mostest/amazingest" where the answer is Dad. Either his illness and death (the former), or the advice he gave and the love with which he raised me (the latter). He was such a central figure. And I really, really, really miss him. So, that's been a challenge within the journal.
Meanwhile, I got some unsolicited advice from two people last week - and they both seem to be advising similarly. If they knew each other, I'd say they were in cahoots, but they don't, which just means... something, right?
I don't know.
Ok, well, I'll ruminate on that, and we'll come back to it at some point.
The Labor Day weekend was both amazing and way too short, You know how it is. I did some recreational sleeping, a boatload of laundry, some decluttering, a few social-ish activities, too much eating - the usual.
Last night, after watching a kind of silly sci-fi movie about a giant octopus (It Came From Beneath the Sea), I suggested a double bill with My Octopus Teacher. I thought it was going to be good. And the cinematography was. But the narrator of the film (the My, if you will), was a douchebag. He was trying to deal with his midlife crisis by apparently ignoring his family and retreating to bottom of the kelp forest near his home in South Africa. He was a total narcissist, and acted like he was king shit of turd mountain - and that he and this octopus bonded, and she trusted him.
We were making fun of it, and honestly, this IMDb review says it better than I can:
Neither movie was all that special, but if it comes right down to it, watch It Came from Beneath and enjoy the Ray Harryhausen special effects.