I've been sitting here for sometime trying to come up with a good blog. But, there's nothing. I'm sitting here listening to music, and pretending to be offline so that I can't talk to a single soul. My mental space to carry a conversation right now is... well, let's put it as simple as possible... Not there. I've been working more hours than I am spending time at home.
I'm starting to feel it in almost every area in my body. I need a play day.
To those who are reading this, and are waiting on a phone call back from me, I'm sorry. I will get to it. I promise. Life right now, is just lacking when it comes to social gatherings, rather it is by phone or person. I'm not putting you off, nor am I avoiding you. Please... Please, understand that I'm just super busy.
I've decided to go back to school in the Summer. It was a big choice, but I've got a lot I want to accomplish and I feel, that by me getting my masters, it would be great chance for me to accomplish all it is I need to in life. I'm not looking forward to going back to the homework life. I'm thrilled to get back to learning. I love sitting in class and learning all I can. I think something is wrong with me...
I've had this longing to just sit and write for sometime now. I've not had a chance to do so. And now that I have the moment in time, I'm not feeling so creative. I am planning on entering a few of my things to Starbucks. Their "The Way I see it" on their hot beverage cups is what I am aiming for. There are a few things I've got going on in this head of mine.
I'm trying to figure so many things out right now. From one day to the next I'm lost and somewhat confused. I want to do one thing, but then theres the money factor. Then I want to do something else, and life happens. I'm learning to not tell people what you're doing until the moment you're planning to do it. Because So often it doesn't go through. Then you have to go back and it just creates issues, and all that. Anyways. I'm starting to make time each day to write in my journal. My creative writing journal. Some pieces are better than others, and others will never be seen by other eyes. Others, I've thought about publishing. One of my favorite writing pieces is:
Man on the Moon.
I looked at the man on the moon
Wondering what I was really going to do.
I sat there, he said, nothing.
The man on the moon reached down for me.
I took hold of his hand
The ground I was on was unknown, But then, it felt known.
He smiled and whispered sweet melodies in my ear.
Later, just before the sun rose
He sent me back to earth.
Only He sent me back without a trace
Of reality…leading me to believe it was a dream.
Perhaps it was a dream. Perhaps it was reality.
Maybe just maybe it was my dreams.
And that my friends... brings me to a close. I'm going to read some more of Twilight. I cant put it down for long. It is that good.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
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