Feb 03, 2013 11:07
“At times, you have to accept the world will not always be perfect yet, recognize that where there are flaws, the most lessons can be gathered.”
- SA (Via Delilah Unscripted)
I just woke up from a dream. A writing dream. I think I mentioned I’d stopped having those. Because of last night tho’, I know how it’s gonna end. Not the whole thing but what I’m working on now.
You didn’t notice but I’ve been gone for like, an hour. I had to get the kids ready to go with Elizabeth. Did I mention that Zyi’ made all four Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles out of pipe cleaners? It’s really neat. Kylee’s hair looks so cute in 2 braids… Mo Mo is off punishment today… Ah, life is calm today. Better ride this wave while it lasts.
I need to figure out how to write this out. It’s the end, ya know? I don’t like how this one ends. I feel for Raina. I really do. Did I mention I love Raina? Right now I’m watching Gossip Girl and in Season 5 Dan writes a book based off the lives and trails of his family and friends. At one point, I wanted to do that but I like writing about people I know with the added effect of throwing steroids on their personalities. So I won’t but ya never know, there might come a day when I wanna write all about what I’ve done, caused and been a part of… Oh! Maybe even the lives I’ve played around in. I’ve had a fun life. I tend to do things for the fun of it. Sometimes the results are fun. Sometimes, not so much. Either way, I have but one regret in life and sometimes I wonder if even that’s a regret. I don’t think it’s a regret anymore. More like, it was a lesson in life that I needed. That’s the thing about regrets. People say they regret this and wish they hadn’t done that but, they tend to forget there are lessons beneath every action. Beneath every secret, every lie, every plot… No matter the outcome, there is a lesson.
*smiles*
I have quite a bit of writing to do today.
Color me inspired.
Later
PS: I had the water dream again Tuesday night. The water slammed me against the wall and we ran away to a different hotel. When we got there, David wouldn’t come inside and the water rose all the way up and you could see him swimming around outside the hotel window. When the water receded, you could see a big ol’ whirlpool out in the middle of the ocean and he had to hold onto the balcony to keep from being swept away.
I wonder why I keep having that dream. This time the kids were in it. Hm. These thoughts that plague us all.
kids,
dreams,
raina,
lessons,
writing,
starving artist