Dear Pixar Light #5
Monday is usually the safest day. I realized the moment I sank deep into work, my world was safe. My brain no longer goes viral with crazy uncontrollable thoughts. Everything I produce on the editor or code editor is real. I can see it, color it, run it, test it. One gram of effort, one gram of output. My emotions are like the ocean on a bright day, completely forgetting the thunderstorm right before.
I walked out of my office, the sunlight felt real and incomprehensible. I’m on earth now (? I guess I am. Yet, the moment I went into the living room. Clouds hover over my mind again. I tore down on the couch, feeling the pain of all the pain that I’ve experienced. After an hour, I stood up, cooking myself some lunch.
I texted my friend
“I feel like I’m soon gotta be murdered by my own thought. Cannot wait to meet you. Need your support”
She replied, “I’m ready ❤️. Get ready for 1 hour of meditation and therapy.”
“Why is it an hour?”
“intense thought requires intense measures. Equanimity incoming!”
“I want hot girls I don’t want equanimity.”
I then burst out laughing at my own thought. Another day.
Another round of 30 day writing challenge with Phuong. Day 2.