It's somewhere around that time where the hours creep over and you get to start fresh again. Another day done. Another January something 2011 that we'll never see again. I remember when I first realized that every day is unique. Sure we experience the calendar months but those days in those years are once in a lifetime. I haven't been writing much. Damn, I say that a lot. Every couple of pages in my notebooks start with the line, "Well it's been awhile..." I lost track and my train of thought in the scenery of life. It's hard to keep up with I'm deciphering people, places, and things. I come back to the blank space and I freeze. Silly me always thinks that there is nothing to say. I have so much to say and not enough energy to get it out. For the first time in my life, I met a being who makes me feel special without reason. I find that I spend less days criticizing myself and more feeling grateful for the beauty that I am. That's my main mission in life: to love myself. Then everything else recedes in love.I don't really want to share too much here, but I had to come here.
I'm still desperately trying to figure out how everything works.
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Maybe you and I can collaborate on an invention that will take our sleeping-thoughts and put them in a text file.
From there, we can scour through them in order to (hopefully) find something worthy of posting on our weblogs -- and for that matter spend much less time sitting with our hands poised above the keyboard, waiting for words to come.
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