Writing and Dreams of London Life
When I pause for a moment in my world of distraction, the procrastination I create for myself, I find my center of creativity and desire. The two flow together easily and I want to be more creative. However, I allow noise to infiltrate my calm and that center is pushed down, hidden by the rest of the world. I want to write. I NEED to do so, to let the flood of stories in my mind escape. Such writing may be poor or it may turn out to be exquisite. What matters is that I need to give myself silence to let the creative moment arrive and fully develop. Then I need to take the time to sit down and transfer it to paper. Thinking about potential dissertation work has only pushed the need for a creative outlet since I am obsessed with distopian and post-apocalyptic themes and stories as of late. My apocalyptic tale is bubbling up. Time to write it down....must must write...and to do that I need to unplug (which feels very difficult).
On a separate note, another dream has begun for me. Now, it is still in the dream stage, the "really I just hope the opportunity does come" stage. There is a slight (read slight as very slight as of now) possibility Marc could be moved (rotated too...choose to go to) London. Yes, that is London, England. I've already told him I would go in a heartbeat. It IS London, after all! If I were to make the sacrifice to live far from my fantabulous friends and family it would need to be in my dream city (and that consists of London or somewhere in Ireland-which I could visit regularly if we lived in London). So, I've started obsessing over the information about London, about living there...living outside the city...costs...jobs...immigration ordeals...my kitties...all in hopes that maybe this dream will be a reality. It could be permanent, and that is a huge sacrifice to make, but I do think it would be worth it. Though if it does happen, my need to unplug will be nearly impossible because I will connect with my friends and family digitally (and if I don't I'm sure many of them would never forgive me). So, I'm allowed to dream for now. If it doesn't happen, then I get to stay near the most wonderful people in the world. If it does happen, then I get to move to a wonderful city near many other wonderful cities. Both options are filled with possibilities.
Yes, I like this feeling.
I like dreaming and knowing I can't lose in the end.
On a separate note, another dream has begun for me. Now, it is still in the dream stage, the "really I just hope the opportunity does come" stage. There is a slight (read slight as very slight as of now) possibility Marc could be moved (rotated too...choose to go to) London. Yes, that is London, England. I've already told him I would go in a heartbeat. It IS London, after all! If I were to make the sacrifice to live far from my fantabulous friends and family it would need to be in my dream city (and that consists of London or somewhere in Ireland-which I could visit regularly if we lived in London). So, I've started obsessing over the information about London, about living there...living outside the city...costs...jobs...immigration ordeals...my kitties...all in hopes that maybe this dream will be a reality. It could be permanent, and that is a huge sacrifice to make, but I do think it would be worth it. Though if it does happen, my need to unplug will be nearly impossible because I will connect with my friends and family digitally (and if I don't I'm sure many of them would never forgive me). So, I'm allowed to dream for now. If it doesn't happen, then I get to stay near the most wonderful people in the world. If it does happen, then I get to move to a wonderful city near many other wonderful cities. Both options are filled with possibilities.
Yes, I like this feeling.
I like dreaming and knowing I can't lose in the end.