Say goodbye.

Sometimes it’s hard to say goodbye. It just feels easier to keep holding on. But in the long run it’s usually a good idea to let go, it’s the daring thing to do. It allows room for new things, for transformation. And maybe the goodbye isn’t even forever, but you can’t know until you really say goodbye and mean it. In some cases, goodbye is really the end, and good riddance!

Say goodbye to all the things you need to let go of: bad habits, dead people, alive people, ex-boyfriends and girlfriends, self-destructive feelings and behaviors, jobs, projects, re-occuring thoughts, etc. Write it as a simple list:

Goodbye Bill.
Goodbye wetting the bed.
Good bye interrupting people when they are talking.etc.

Learning to love you more.

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No One Belongs Here More Than YouBy Miranda July
This collection in three words: candid, heartfelt, and a little bit pesky.

A Miss Contraire update after.. how long again? Anyway, I still owe five new posts and I will get to them as soon as I have time to write inarticulate book reviews. I haven’t stopped reading! I just stopped reviewing them because of work. But I only have a week left, so yay! :)
  • Camera: Canon EOS 5D Mark II
  • Aperture: f/1.8
  • Exposure: 1/60th
  • Focal Length: 50mm

misscontraire:

No One Belongs Here More Than You
By Miranda July

This collection in three words: candid, heartfelt, and a little bit pesky.

A Miss Contraire update after.. how long again? Anyway, I still owe five new posts and I will get to them as soon as I have time to write inarticulate book reviews. I haven’t stopped reading! I just stopped reviewing them because of work. But I only have a week left, so yay! :)

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Eleven Heavy Things by Miranda July
Eleven Heavy Things, created for the 53rd International Art Exhibition at the Venice Biennale, is comprised of eleven sculptural works installed in an enclosed garden within Giardino delle Vergini. The cast fiber-glass, steel-lined pieces are designed for interaction: pedestals to stand on, tablets with holes for body parts, and free-standing abstract headdresses.

THINGS:

- “Me and You and Everyone We Know” is a lovely, lovely film. Thanks, Gian, for making me watch it.
- I only have 7 weeks left at work aka HELL. I am so glad to be leaving soon.
- My camera’s still undergoing repair. Hay. So I’ve been using my Polaroid camera lately.
- Still, life is great. The positive things definitely outweigh the negative ones. Someone’s keeping me grounded.
- SEVEN WEEKS LEFT AT WORK. LET’S PARTY.

We were excited about getting jobs; we hardly went anywhere without filling out an application. But once we were hired - as furniture sanders - we could not believe this was really what people did all day. Everything we had thought of as The World was actually the result of someone’s job. Each line on the sidewalk, each saltine. Everyone had a rotting carpet and a door to pay for. Aghast, we quit. There had to be a more dignified way to live. We needed time to consider ourselves, to come up with a theory about who we were and set it to music.

Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You

I looked at other couples and wondered how they could be so calm about it. They held hands as if they weren’t even holding hands. When Steve and I held hands, I had to keep looking down to marvel at it. There was my hand, the same hand I’ve always had - oh, but look! What is it holding? It’s holding Steve’s hand! Who is Steve? My three-dimensional boyfriend. Each day I wondered what would happen next. What happens when you stop wanting, when you are happy. I supposed I would go on being happy forever. I knew I would not mess things up by growing bored. I had done that once before.

Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You

People tend to stick to their own size group because it’s easier on the neck. Unless they are romantically involved, in which case the size difference is sexy. It means: I am willing to go the distance for you.

Miranda July, The Shared Patio

Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person’s face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. There are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing.

Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You