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Day One Hundred Forty-Two:  Vibrance In All Its Glory

You know that moment when you thought you’d have tons of time for yoga and writing during the summer?  Remember that feeling of hope and bliss?  Yeah, me too.  Remember when you promised you’d read for fun and smile all the time?  Yep, again, me too.  I’m not complaining, I LOVE being busy and having places to go, but I have this feeling that I really need to get back into yoga, and I need need must devastatingly desire writing again.  I must write, if not just a few paragraphs like yesterday, every single day.

Different than this.

These blogs are a different sort of writing for me.  For instance, I can say the word I and refer to myself, and I can use silly punctuation and grammar because this is primarily first person, and I can have run on sentences however long because you know what this is my own blog that I write for me and other people just happen to read it.  As for beautiful, slow proper writing.  With a title sometimes and sometimes not.  With flourish, and similes, and other things that are so unique within my own head that (sorry I had to stop some bullshit song came on the Sirius radio and I just..I can’t write while listening to this… Alright, the clash is on now. We can return) .

As for proper beauty writing I need the perfect environment, motivation, and mindset.  It needs to be the right time of day, and I can’t have any homework, work, friends, unfisnished chores or business or yoga to do because all of those things are distracting.  The only time that I truly feel like writing is right before lunch, and who has time to sit down and take some time then?  So for now I will consider myself lucky to have had yesterday and the inspiration that occurred, and just hope that it comes more often once I’m back into a proper routine as of next week.

Damn these stitches, OUT OUT DAMN SPOT.

Speaking of Lady Macbeth I need to reread Macbeth twice before I go back to Guelph, but 1984 is first I think.  So many texts for school over the summer it’s almost sickening, but what can ya do?  As much as I complain about it I just really do love reading.  I can’t help it, I love words.

I think that might be the working title of my novel:  I Love Words.  Just in case you were wondering.

Also I had the most vivid dream last night where I was confronted by someone from highschool out of nowhere and it felt so comfortable that I am tempted to send them a message, but probably won’t.  They’ve moved away for school, and although we were good friends once it…it wouldn’t work.  I’m positive of it.  It’s just heartbreaking to wake up from such a cosy dream to feel so disconnected. 

Also can we just take a minute to appreciate music?  Seriously.  With all of its glory and crap that’s out there music is just so great.  Part of me wants to go get glam hair cut for the summer, but the other half of me thinks that only Bowie can pull of that kind of fabulous.  Also, I need to save money since I won’t be working through the year and will want to go and do fun things like travel……

I could go on, but I think I’ll shut myself up.

xx