The crystal figurine who sought to be a doll
The days are melting into one another. I read. I knit. I attempt to be serious and complete my work before I leave for Europe, but with little success. It's all about wanting to. I've wanted for little in my life.
My mind, as always, is in a constant flurry. Emotions don't live in my mind, but they permeate my physical actions, and dictate how I choose to spend the day. virtualannette recently posted about how she dislikes having to fill her day with activities. Neither do I, but my life is such where I feel utterly useless unless I'm doing something. At least I'm always thinking, if not actually physically moving.
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While I'd very much like to visit with my self-proclaimed spiritual/academic/emotional twin when she visits a distant friend of mine later this week, I feel like I'd be raining on their parade. Over the past two days, I've been filling a private post with ideas for a novel based on their relationship. In my mind I've created multiple ideas about how they interact with one another, what they could mean to one another. This probably isn't healthy. But I really don't care. When I write my novel(s) in the future, I'm not going to change names to protect the innocent - because nobody is. But I do have a flair for creating pseudonyms that hint at who the real person is. I must admit - I believe people's names very much reflect the person they are. - not just my favourite Rolling Stones song.
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I am exercising often, and sweating away my cholesterol (I hope). I'm looking forward to the "Disneyland" walkathons that await me in Europe. I call them that because whenever I've visted Disneyland during my middle and high school band/choir trips, it was always a 18 hour-on-one's-feet affair, rushing from one ride to the next and rarely slowing down. I hope I can take my time in Europe, even though we'll be in each city less than two days. The good thing about these Disneyland walkathons is how wonderfully exhausted I always am at the end of the day. I don't seriously expect to lose weight while in Europe, but here's hoping.
My mind, as always, is in a constant flurry. Emotions don't live in my mind, but they permeate my physical actions, and dictate how I choose to spend the day. virtualannette recently posted about how she dislikes having to fill her day with activities. Neither do I, but my life is such where I feel utterly useless unless I'm doing something. At least I'm always thinking, if not actually physically moving.
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While I'd very much like to visit with my self-proclaimed spiritual/academic/emotional twin when she visits a distant friend of mine later this week, I feel like I'd be raining on their parade. Over the past two days, I've been filling a private post with ideas for a novel based on their relationship. In my mind I've created multiple ideas about how they interact with one another, what they could mean to one another. This probably isn't healthy. But I really don't care. When I write my novel(s) in the future, I'm not going to change names to protect the innocent - because nobody is. But I do have a flair for creating pseudonyms that hint at who the real person is. I must admit - I believe people's names very much reflect the person they are. - not just my favourite Rolling Stones song.
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I am exercising often, and sweating away my cholesterol (I hope). I'm looking forward to the "Disneyland" walkathons that await me in Europe. I call them that because whenever I've visted Disneyland during my middle and high school band/choir trips, it was always a 18 hour-on-one's-feet affair, rushing from one ride to the next and rarely slowing down. I hope I can take my time in Europe, even though we'll be in each city less than two days. The good thing about these Disneyland walkathons is how wonderfully exhausted I always am at the end of the day. I don't seriously expect to lose weight while in Europe, but here's hoping.