Gratitude

 On practicing gratitude...

I'm thankful for my body. I don't often thank it enough, because I think I'm unfit for most of my life. So thank you, body. We're gonna be doing this for a while more. Thank you for compensating for my poor left knee. Thank you for striving to neutrality whenever you can. Thank you for helping me understand the fun in asymmetry. Thank you for being massive. Thank you for your sensitivity.

I'm thankful for finding good music. I'm thankful to identify my tendency toward my ears. Thank you for bringing me joy. Thank you for the positive energy meditation music. Thank you for the singing bowls. Who's your favorite singer? Bowls. Thank you for show tunes, and your larger-than-life-ness. Thank you for metal and rock. Thank you for african drums. Thank you for language-less OSTs (Nier Automata). Thank you for ASMR sounds. Thank you for embracing the spectrum of possibilities.

I'm thankful for good friends. Thank you for accepting me and my need to chase my mad compass. Thank you for being there when I come home and being on my case about dating. Thank you Alex and Gerald for being curious and asking me how dates went. Thank you for pushing me to be better. Thank you for having perspectives and waving them unapologetically at me. Thank you for being you.

I'm thankful for finding circus and physical theatre. What a treat! Thank you Hilary for introducing clown to me. Thank you Richard Crawford for introducing lecoq and mask to me. Thank you Xyn for bringing me into the circus family in Singapore. Thank you bonfire for showing me that the dream lives here in sunny Sg. Thank you triowisefools for bringing so much joy in your skit on top of the acrobatics. Thank you for all the inspirations.

Thank you for durian... and the durian burps that last for at least 5 hours after. Every burp is like a mini snack ^^

Published on
4/20/24 5:42 PM

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