Sunday, February 11, 2024

4:20 AM Parking Lot Document

Joan of Arcadia was a pretty solid premise actually; a little convoluted but perhaps one of the more aggressively 90s TV shows I think about a lot. I put "One of Us" on my 2024 playlist and it does feel kind of cathartic to sing along to the chorus: yeah...yeah...God is great...yeah...yeah...God is good...yeah...yeah...yeahyeahyeah WHATIFGODWAS ONEOFUS, etc.

Idea for a future mini-course for my kid's school: Be the Main Character wWorkshop for 4th-6th graders. Just a beginning comedy improv workshop. That's it, that's the whole thing. We come up with a small scene and perform it: fin.

There's a voice in my head that says, "Do you have a baby?" and by voice in my head I mean I'll be walking down the hall or feeling actually motivated and doing a task and boom, sometimes out of nowhere, sometimes with a little intro I'll hear "Do you have a baby?" Maybe like a younger part asking me from where they live (the past). And before I had my daughter I said, "No, but maybe someday." And after I had my daughter I said, "Yeah, she's over there." And these days I say, "No, but I am working on THIS." and gesture at all the things I am working on. In all three cases - instant resolution. But anyway, maybe that's the biological clock I've heard so much about.

Pentiment is so great. The labyrinths get me almost every time. Especially the one where Andreas says, "You're not really here, are you?" 


Speaking of which, there's a sound-byte from a 90s video game called Taskmaker (sic) just playing in my head. All the time. WHAT IS IT? It says. And it says it almost every time I have to identify something. If you, too, are dealing with this I have no advice to give - just solidarity.
I should message the pastor of the one church we did attend towards the end of my childhood and early adolescence and thank him for being such a great group leader. Especially since my dad put him through it. Truly an icon. I didn't appreciate it at the time, but I find myself thinking of him quite a bit. 
There's one lab we have that's not gelling very well and we can't quite figure out why. It's late-ish at night (maybe this?), the instructor's affect is just a little...sarcastic and exhausted, I guess? And not in a fun way? Not that it's their job to entertain us ffs. But it's just...a little off. I swear to Goddess time stops and I feel the silence taking over my frontal lobes sometimes and sucking us all into a black hole in this lab. Is it the being a brand new parent? The fact that they work in a high stress environment? Lack of relevant clinical anecdotes? The self-disclosure piece? I cannot tell. But it is stressy expressy.
Note to self: get a giant coloring sheet at some point this semester to hang in the hall at UAA. It's...um...therapeutic. Other (secretly) therapeutic things:
- movie group (with discussion afterwards; ideally at an iHop)
- painting easter eggs
- hula hooping (guess what? I still can't.)
My favorite FoR or MoP (and no, I can't really articulate the difference between these atm sorry) is Kawa. I like that the field of OT was just like: you know what? Fine. Life is a river. Get on in here with those metaphors about stones, driftwood, river banks, etc.
I want to know how you've changed. Yes, all of you. It give me great joy when I get to peek into the lives of people I've known. 

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