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Today’s volunteer sesh at the WFMU mothership was a peak life experience — I’m so happy that it’ll live on the archives forever.

While I was there, it felt like kid Mel and adult Mel had found each other once again. I haven’t felt that spirit of camaraderie, dedication, and livewire excitement since my HKHS TV studio and drama days. When was the last time I did something for the love of it? Or felt this motivated by pure devotion?

I briefly said on air (though I haven’t listened back yet) that I’ve only been listening to WFMU for this year so far. It’s true. I couldn’t stop myself from saying it, even though something about being a neophyte felt shameful. But everyone else’s reactions to this statement said differently: How cool and rare it is to find something that speaks to your heart at just the right moment and to already be giving your time and energy and money to keep it going?

I’m thinking about volunteerism and joy and how I can explore more of these kinds of opportunities in the future. Because nothing else feels quite like it.

“This is a standard meditation instruction that you can embody in the entirety of your life: do not act out and do not repress. See what happens if you don’t do either of those things. ”

“When you act out, the energy of your emotion goes into the action. In other words, you deflect the energy from the actual uncomfortable experience. I’ve found that when we do this, the energy comes back again and again and again.”

“When you repress what happens, the energy that you’re trying to move away from gets locked in your body, and it manifests as physical pain and illness.”

— Pema Chödrön, How to Meditate

You will refer to me henceforth as MÉLANIE.

Bangs by moi 🥖

Cards drawn for the full moon / int’l women’s day

The Primates: a ‘60s garage band from Astoria, Queens. Discovered their groovy song “Knock on My Door” via The Whig Out on (where else?) WFMU.

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