First page of the door archive.

let it be.

Posted by jessica on Dec 11, 2011 with 4 Comments
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Someone once told me something about New York City. “It’s a great suitor,” she said. “The city will never let you down, never stand you up, and is always interesting.”

And I have found this to be spot-on.

The other day, I didn’t have anything particularly pressing to do. So I just got on the subway and went. I wanted a bookstore, which I ended up finding in the West Village. I sat in the store and read. I closed my eyes and let myself be. It was wonderful; I was content.

Then I wandered around in some shops and found some pieces to try on. I am strange in the fact that I genuinely enjoy trying clothes on that I have no real intention of buying. Except for a pair of floral leggings. Those, I kind of suspected might end up being a purchase as soon as I saw the bright orange and yellow blooms. You try to resist bright blooming leggings. That are way on sale. And so, so soft. Nigh impossible for even the strongest among us, I think.

Someone else told me something about myself once, while discussing my present choice to be single. “Spend some time with yourself,” he said. “You’re worth getting to know.”

And getting to know oneself can happen anywhere, but it’s especially fun in New York, lately. And yes, I just said fun. Cause that’s what I’m having sometimes: good, old-fashioned fun.

You know what else? I went to a party today. It was the kind of social situation that sometimes leaves me feeling like bolting for the door. It’s not that every last one of the people at this party was not the kindest of souls–no, it has more to do with feeling a little displaced at times. But, the thing is, today was different. Dare I mention the F word again? But it was, guys. It was fun. So fun, in fact, that I stayed longer than I intended and finally made myself leave, dragging my feet the whole time.

Lovely.

Change comes slower than you want and faster than you think, all at once. Change comes at just the right time, I think. It will not be rushed and it will not be stopped and I’m grateful to see that it hasn’t given up on me.

when I got stung at 3am.

Posted by jessica on Jul 30, 2011 with 7 Comments
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I would love to say that I’m on pain medication, but alas, I am not.

The reason I would love to say this is because I was just stung by one of those huge, mamba jamba hornets. The kind that looks like a prehistoric beast with wings. The kind that’s thick.

We were just getting back from Philly, having played there tonight. And Shane was carrying his guitars and stuff from my car to his when I noticed something fly into my car. I was outside of the car at the moment, though, so no big deal. Until I needed to get back into it, that is. So I opened the door to let the thing out, and what does he do to repay me?

STING THE LIFE OUT OF ME.

And not just any part of me, either. Like, the middle of my spine. Ew. It felt like I was getting an unexpected shot, so I dropped to the ground and also managed to scrape up my knees and shoulder in the kerfuffle.

Shane drove me the remaining 100 or so feet to my parents’ house and then Darby applied huge amounts of baking soda. That’s supposed to really help make it feel better…

…And I’m still waiting for the ‘better’ part.

Cause right now it hurts.

A lot.

And I can’t believe a huge hornet stung me at 3am.

After I got over the shock of it, and even though it still hurt, I started laughing. Because–how weird.

And kind of interesting, I mentioned to Shane. And he agreed.

Life is a lot of things, but boring is never one of them.

sucks to suck.

Posted by jessica on Jul 25, 2011 with 6 Comments
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Last night was a tough one. And then I finally got home at 2:00 am and was all ready to trade the real world for the dream world, but before that could happen, I had to open up a door to my parents’ house to, you know, get inside. deep breath. Cause that was the [...]

staring at the world tonight.

Posted by jessica on May 25, 2011 with 2 Comments
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Performance, Thoughts and Feelings
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Tonight I got to sing some songs for some fine and listening people. The Paper Janes played a show, and I have to admit that I love it, I really do. I am not sure what I would do without music. Tonight I sat really close to a big orange fire. Staring at a fire [...]

stormy weather.

Posted by jessica on Apr 17, 2011 with 14 Comments
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Tonight is a storm outside and a storm inside. I am not sure which one to fear more. I guess the one from which I cannot run away. Cannot just duck into a building, shut the door nice and tight and pretend that this–a warm, dry room–is the only thing happening in the world. Tonight [...]

locked doors. not even a metaphor.

Posted by jessica on Jan 20, 2011 with 4 Comments
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I just got locked out of the house. Which wouldn’t have been so bad if my phone hadn’t died. And even all that wouldn’t have been so bad if, when I was going around the side of my house to see if maybe the basement door was unlocked (it wasn’t), a whole herd of deer [...]

have a…?

Posted by jessica on Nov 22, 2010 with 8 Comments
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Oh shoot–my hair. It’s dark. Like, really dark. See, I went to a salon. I told them to please try to match my roots, that I’m trying to go with a more natural color. And apparently they thought I was Snow White, cause now I basically have black hair. Oh well. At least I have hair. [...]

trying.

Posted by jessica on Sep 10, 2010 with 22 Comments
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I had to go back to the house today. I knocked on the door, because even though it’s my house, it’s not my house. Not anymore. And it’s strange, because it still looks the same. Except for a few blank spots on the walls, I mean. And now there’s that hole in the wall, punched [...]

fly.

Posted by jessica on Aug 29, 2010 with 4 Comments
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It’s not boring. Life, I mean; it really never is. Not when you walk into your kitchen to find this little guy. And he thinks he’s in a corner. Just in a corner. Like, end-of-story, in a corner.  But what he doesn’t yet realize is that the door is right there, too. And that I’m [...]

medicine for the soul. ~Inscription over the door of the Library at Thebes

Posted by jessica on Aug 6, 2010 with 24 Comments
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There was one class, especially, that I loved at the University of Arts. Dance History. It was the most difficult academic class that a dancer could take. Everybody knew the buzz around the school: Professor Ninotchka Bennahum was hard on her students. And she was hard on us, true. Oh, but it was the kind [...]