The C-Train and The Homeless Hero

I love to reblog up-beat stories about how some homeless people are indeed nice people and how most still consider themselves part of the human race. — T.J.

Livin' La V-La Yoga

A few days ago something very strange and magical happened. I started out the day feeling really high energy, really excited… about life, about creating, just generally jazzed. I was happily going about my day, when I had a dramatic shift in feeling. All that excitement just seemed to morph, to sink, into something completely different and not cool at all.

Worry. Anxiety. Those “You’re not good enough”, “Why bother creating something that you’re not sure will be perfection” types of thoughts from my judgmental friend that sits in the back of my mind and occasionally elbows her way to the forefront.

And so a morning of delight morphed into an afternoon of sulkery. I let myself wallow for an hour or so. However uncomfortable and pathetic-feeling, I still think its better to actually feel what I’m feeling, knowing that it will pass rather than brushing it off, sucking…

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About tjmcfee

Freelance writer. Activist on homeless issues. 48 years old. I write about subjects that need to be examined closely and thoughtfully. The idea for Brain Sections came from reading a book about abandoned asylums. I wanted to set a suspense story in that setting. The inclusion of crazed scientists turning homeless people into zombies is what makes the story unique. View all posts by tjmcfee

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