Wow, I have been thirsting for a really simple platform to write to nobody in particular.
It’s nice here.
It’s like when you crack open a brand new notepad and it’s just perfect. You like the color of the blue lines that run across the page, you like the thickness of the paper, the padded feeling beneath the first page, the margins. You like the flow of your pen, the color of its ink, or maybe you have a perfect HB pencil that’s perfectly sharpened with a nice pink eraser that works so well and doesn’t leave a muddy pink mark on the page.
I guess all this time I spent (which shall remain undisclosed) making this “pad” comfortable is the modern equivalent of that perfect notebook.
I think I need to make lists of things to do, because so far I’ve been keeping them in my head, and that works okay up to a point, but then, it’s overwhelming, and I find myself avoiding review of the master list because I am scared of it! That’s so stupid.
It’s 4:35 AM and I guess I am a little bit sleepy.
I always vow to do things the next morning. And I really believe that I will do those things, the night before. But then when I wake up, I check myself for “up-to-it-ness” and it’s not there most of the time.
You know the parent that gives their kids no rules, but then tries to compensate for that by not letting them go to their friends’ birthday parties? I’m like that parent to myself.
There’s a dance warm-up we do in movement class called “Circle, Curve, Take Off Your Shirt.” I think it’s such a catchy name.
Ok, self. Go to sleep. NOW.