what my cycle looks like:
school. food. work. sleep.
what I want my cycle to be:
school. inspiration. connection. contentment. nap. food. sleep.
exhausted today. heading to bed early. may next time, blog.
“The mysteriousness of each others’ lives only illuminates this fact that secrecy and hidden entities are a part of how they relate to each other.”
kinda just planning to take over the internet. no big deal.
I was never a great writer.
In highschool, I breezed through the writing journal entries; I always had something to say, whether it be grammatically correct, or coherent of any sense. the ink would fluidly come from the rhythm of my hand an washed rushed in a waterfall of words. so much to say in so little space to do so. By the time the bell rang, I was only able to write only half the thoughts that were leaking from my head. No wonder I only got a B in that course throughout high school. But I didn’t mind, I got to say what I wanted to say.
Now in university, I am forced to write papers that are 5, 10, 15 pages long, about subjects that have little if any inspiration. I am working with a dry stream in my mind. I could only spit out as much as I can in order to survive. A well that has been dried many times before, only to be surrounded by puddles of disheartenment and the feeling of being underwhelmed with my academia and myself.
The only time I feel as though my writing has made me feel re-hydrated and refreshed is when I write in this blog. Although I do not write much, I do it anyways. Nourishment for the body and soul.
(The well is dry & everyone is thirsty.)
#116 At the close of each day, fill your head with thoughts of how lucky you are.
It’s counting your blessings; saying your thanks. No matter what kind of day you have had, you are a fortunate girl in one way or another. Your father and I talk to each other every night before sleep about what a magical joy you are and what a lovely life we have together. It’s important to bring these thoughts to the front of your brain; it cements the little things that make life happy into one cohesive positive outlook.” —
- Suki: so my friend from sfu just told me she had jimmy choos.
- Suki: we are no longer friends.