From 11am-12pm I will be doing this @ 1st & 1st in NYC.
Pics to come & Swing by strangers.
“In this life I’m a woman. In my next life, I’d like to come back as a bear. When...
I remember when I use to write almost every night.
Even if it was just doodles of thoughts, words, pictures, just something. Then I just stopped having the time, or rather finding the time to do it.
I’d write about the little things, the big things, the mundane things, the THEN important things… just constantly writing like it was an escape from something that seemed like a hassle. Life.
Looking back at what I used to write about, this fascination with documenting every thought and emotion like it was crucial. Somehow, like it would help me piece together every thing somewhere along the way, just in case I get lost. I guess my own little trail of bread crumbs to lead me back home. The thought palace.
You see the patterns, the details, the pitfalls, the changes, the downward spirals and the moments when bad decisions were clearly bad decisions. You also see where everything stopped having to be written down. Where life seemed to engulf me like some incredibly poetic and lame burst of bright light that just encompassed every blah-di-blah. Lol.
We’ve all come a long way. From being smart-ass little brats who ran to mum and dad for everything, to teens who ran rampant with the total lack of a moral compass to young adults (questionable) who might ACTUALLY have their shit together sometimes.
Its early morning and I look around at the people I call family and know that things might not always be ok and just like Christina says, we might just see each other for the important things like birthdays and christmas, but somehow it seems to work just perfectly. Its the love. The immense unmentioned love. Haha.
Its sad to see a best friend leave, a sister possibly move to another country and a new academic year start but somehow it may just all work out. For now. Lol. There is always a “for now!”.