Time for a Change
It's been a long time. Too long and I want to cry. I considered going to get an actual journal. Actually leaving my house, going back to Fred Meyer, going back to the school supply section (school already!?) and buying a pretty notebook with pink and blue bubbles that still smells like fresh paper. And maybe even some of the pages will still be stuck together. And they're all ready and waiting to be filled with my ramblings. It's been too long since I've allowed myself to ramble. Too long since I've indulged myself and my imagination and sat down and wrote just...for...me. I guess living on your own teaches you that you're too busy, that it's too selfish to indulge yourself anymore. But I'm poor and this is the only indulgence I can afford. I...am...a...damn...good...writer. It's like seeing an old friend, looking at old photographs of thrilling times long since passed, going home again. It's like putting on a comfortable pair of shoes you thought you lost but just dug out from under your bed. Writing is who I was, and is who I still am. I've set foot down other paths, even walked a ways down them, but maybe this is who...I...am. Who I am. Why have I run from it? What am I so afraid of?
It's time for a change. Time to get myself out of this rut I've been stuck in for three years too long Why am I stil here?
It's time for a change. Time to get myself out of this rut I've been stuck in for three years too long Why am I stil here?