I’m a writer. It’s what I do. It pays my bills and cleanses my soul, and sometimes, I just want to write, even when I have nothing to say. It helps me to think clearly, and right now, I need to think clearly. Sometimes I bang my laptop, no pun intended. Other times, I scribble in my notebook, the one made out of paper. But every time I put things into words, I just feel, well, better.
I’ve been thinking a lot this week. Well, a lot more than usual. I met an interesting person, and he made me happy. I’ve known him for a while, but this meeting was different. It left me … open … and energized. It left me feeling I could do anything … or anyone … and it’s a pretty cool feeling.
Of course, not everyone will agree.
It’s a little bit frustrating because I have a million things in my head now, and I can’t really speak them out. Plus, I have this annoying cold. You know the kind where your nose feels like a block and your temperatures are crazy? It doesn’t help that it’s so hot outside. I almost miss the chilly season. Almost.
The Secret says that when you want something, you see it everywhere. Which would explain why the object of my desire keeps popping up. It should really stop doing that. It might start to bore me before I’ve even tasted it, and that would be really, really sad. Unless of course The Universe is against me. It may have decided that Object is bad for me, and is therefore throwing Object repeatedly in my face, just to make sure I get jaded. Bad, Bad Universe!
♫ The Promise ♫ Tracy Chapman ♫