12/30/2023 0 Comments Keep it in your pants taryn youtube![]() ![]() ![]() I’ve been overwhelmed and knew that nothing would make me feel better than seeing my parents. I drove to my parents house this morning to hang with them for the day. When you add the element of surprise into a moment or experience, studies show that people consistently report that the event felt 30%+ longer than it really was. How can something so short feel so special and memorable and magical and long? It reminds me of something I learned from a neuroscientist in the book, “The Power of Moments” - that surprise stretches time. And that short story will stay with me forever, too. Those 10 minutes a day will stay with him forever. Laughing and smiling and rolling a train around the ground. Of the two of them, so happily sat on the floor with the sun down and moon up, playing together. Of Karamo’s sleepy self after being dead asleep. Of Karamo’s sleepy mom after a full days work. Instead of going to sleep, she would sneak into Karamo’s room, wake him up in the middle of the night, and play with him for 10 minutes. His mom worked late hours to provide for him and their family and would get home most nights just past midnight. Looking to empathize, Karamo shared a story of his mom that will stay with me forever. ![]() She was a new doctor and mom and wife and was having the hardest time doing it all, especially when it came to bonding with her little girl. It was an episode about a mom who was struggling to spin all the plates at once. Season 5 coming out last week seemed purposeful - releasing new episodes of 5 perfect gay men running around a city helping people right when the world needed a little hope and joy and happy tears instead of sad ones. We basically tore through the whole thing (except for one episode that Cam has to watch without me because it started with some spooky medical story that I know better than to watch). We’ve been watching a lot of Queer Eye lately. I'll bring a mask because pandemic but I'll wear a t-shirt because sweat. It's warm out - I'm gonna try to take Riggs for her 7th walk. It's hard to find a middle ground right now, or at least figure out how to bounce between both without getting whiplash, but the fact that we're talking at all is the start we needed. The weather stuff is light, and too much light makes us detached, and makes our interactions pointless. The life stuff is heavy, and too much heavy burns us out in a way that tunes it out, which is bad. sticky out? Do we talk about George Floyd or the fog? Yemen or the rainbow that went riiiiight over the 405 the other day? I hope not, but you know.ĭo we talk about that? Or like, how it's. Now, we've got unemployment and racial injustice and a global pandemic and mass deaths and political uprisings and war and crime and probably something new happening right now while I type. Remember when people used to talk about the weather? Like, actually talk about it - like "wow, it's hot huh" or "gosh what a beautiful day!" "I know right?! perfect beach weather!"Ĭonversations like that feel surreal, like old movie quotes from some weird 50s film where everyone was beautiful and ignorant and wearing a poodle skirt or bow tie. ![]()
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