Uninspired
It's 5:45 am and I haven't been able to sleep since 3:00.
I pull open my laptop and check out facebook, then LJ. Reading all my friends updates makes me want to update too, but I find myself not wanting to write about anything. I look around the apt, gathering ideas for topics. Bellydancing? My half decorated apt? Christmas gifts I have yet to deliver? My honeymoon? Married life? Video games? The Wire? I get about two sentences into each entry before I delete it.
I am stuck. I no longer have any clue what to blog about. What started as a fun chronicling of the adventures in my life, turned into a fairly safe space for me to reflect and deal with hard times, and now I find those times are ending (for now), and I no longer know what to do with my LJ. I find what I want to write about- the random events in my life- to be uninspiring.
Inspiration only comes about un-inspiration.
I pull open my laptop and check out facebook, then LJ. Reading all my friends updates makes me want to update too, but I find myself not wanting to write about anything. I look around the apt, gathering ideas for topics. Bellydancing? My half decorated apt? Christmas gifts I have yet to deliver? My honeymoon? Married life? Video games? The Wire? I get about two sentences into each entry before I delete it.
I am stuck. I no longer have any clue what to blog about. What started as a fun chronicling of the adventures in my life, turned into a fairly safe space for me to reflect and deal with hard times, and now I find those times are ending (for now), and I no longer know what to do with my LJ. I find what I want to write about- the random events in my life- to be uninspiring.
Inspiration only comes about un-inspiration.