It's Sunday, and yet it feels like a Wednesday. I've been writing, inspiration has been on and off these last few days/weeks but I find once I get into a rhythm I can write for hours non-stop about anything and everything. I like that for me sometimes it gets easier to write.
I really really really hate that I have a delayed reaction to things happening to me-I process tragedy months after it has occurred-so if you see me looking insanely calm after something terrible has happened do not be remotely surprised-I was born this way.
Have been listening to some quality tunes over the last few days and I love how those songs bring up memories from a time in my life when I thought things were complicated. Oh how naive I was back then, I was on but the start of the journey-not even close to being mature enough to process what it all meant. Big questions were posed, like who did we see ourselves as? Where did we see ourselves in 5 years? As if we could answer those questions seriously-5 years on my answers are totally different. Because I am different, I get the point of setting goals-so it gives you something to work toward-but back then I was just wanting to have a career. I didn't want to be a student anymore. I'd had enough-I thought it was time to say goodbye to that life. If I knew then what I know now-I might not have been so quick to kiss goodbye to that life-we had it pretty sweet and let's face it-there were practically no responsibilities. I have just two goals I'm focusing on right now. I'll let you know how they work out for me.
'he whispered make believe moons and threw fairy dust down. I tucked my hand inside his own and felt like I had come home'
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