Sitting on my sofa with a cup of tea, watching the rain fall, cuddling with one of my furbabies, and knowing there is no where else to be and nothing else to do.
The Lulu love.
Monday, February 28, 2011
My idea of meditation.
A very particular moment of happiness:
Sitting on my sofa with a cup of tea, watching the rain fall, cuddling with one of my furbabies, and knowing there is no where else to be and nothing else to do.
The Lulu love.
Sitting on my sofa with a cup of tea, watching the rain fall, cuddling with one of my furbabies, and knowing there is no where else to be and nothing else to do.
The Lulu love.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
New Blog!!
Yes, that is right. I have a new blog!
You had an old blog? you may ask.
Yes! I will say. I had an old blog. It still exists. You can find it if you're just THAT bored, but I'll probably revive and post some of the better entries onto this one. The last one was about being single, and since that hasn't changed (AHEM, universe!!!) it will probably come up a little on this one as well (ok, maybe a lot), but the theme is meant to be bigger. That's right, folks, this one is about LIFE. At least, MY life. Which is not so big, when I think about it, but the point still stands.
I'm twenty-eight, and I have been writing since fifth grade. School papers, a college thesis, poetry during my best-forgotten high school days (to quote Golden Girls, "oh, every girl who couldn't get a date wrote poetry in high school!"), and since college, I've been writing novels. Nothing has ever been published, of course, I would have been shouting about THAT from the rooftops, no one reads my writing and I don't make a living out of it, but I keep doing it. I love it. It's always reflected who I am. And it's reflective of who I am that most of you don't know that I do it.
Writing is how I fill the space of my life. I've always struggled with this "space": the minutes and hours of empty time that have always existed. This space has shrunk since my responsibilities went from school, homework, and the dance team to work, cleaning, paying bills, working out, taking care of my cats, and hanging out with the wonderful group of people I'm blessed to have as friends, and as it shrunk, I have fallen into the habit of filling it with stupid things like television and reading gossip online. Almost every night I feel both that I'm overflowing with space and that I'm wasting the space that I have. I think that I have this idea that most people don't have that space--"most" people, in my warped little brain, have significant others or hobbies or mature things that fill every moment of this time, and because that is not my life, my space is worthless, and thus deserves to be wasted. And I am tired of believing in/acting on that bullshit.
Have I mentioned I'm not in therapy but probably should be?
So here's this blog. As Crazy Aunt Purl says, I will write because I love it and because it is so much easier than dating. And I will write because I have this space to fill, and I am actively choosing to fill it with something I love and don't suck at and that uses a bigger part of my mind than keeping track of whether Ashlee Simpson dumped Pete Wentz or vice versa.
I will likely be telling stories about my day or my life or sharing thoughts about the world or political issues. I pinkie swear not to bitch TOO much and, if I do bitch, to try to make it humorous. And I pinkie swear to do better maintaining this blog than I did the last one.
I hope you enjoy reading what I'm sure I will enjoy writing.
Sending you love!!!
You had an old blog? you may ask.
Yes! I will say. I had an old blog. It still exists. You can find it if you're just THAT bored, but I'll probably revive and post some of the better entries onto this one. The last one was about being single, and since that hasn't changed (AHEM, universe!!!) it will probably come up a little on this one as well (ok, maybe a lot), but the theme is meant to be bigger. That's right, folks, this one is about LIFE. At least, MY life. Which is not so big, when I think about it, but the point still stands.
I'm twenty-eight, and I have been writing since fifth grade. School papers, a college thesis, poetry during my best-forgotten high school days (to quote Golden Girls, "oh, every girl who couldn't get a date wrote poetry in high school!"), and since college, I've been writing novels. Nothing has ever been published, of course, I would have been shouting about THAT from the rooftops, no one reads my writing and I don't make a living out of it, but I keep doing it. I love it. It's always reflected who I am. And it's reflective of who I am that most of you don't know that I do it.
Writing is how I fill the space of my life. I've always struggled with this "space": the minutes and hours of empty time that have always existed. This space has shrunk since my responsibilities went from school, homework, and the dance team to work, cleaning, paying bills, working out, taking care of my cats, and hanging out with the wonderful group of people I'm blessed to have as friends, and as it shrunk, I have fallen into the habit of filling it with stupid things like television and reading gossip online. Almost every night I feel both that I'm overflowing with space and that I'm wasting the space that I have. I think that I have this idea that most people don't have that space--"most" people, in my warped little brain, have significant others or hobbies or mature things that fill every moment of this time, and because that is not my life, my space is worthless, and thus deserves to be wasted. And I am tired of believing in/acting on that bullshit.
Have I mentioned I'm not in therapy but probably should be?
So here's this blog. As Crazy Aunt Purl says, I will write because I love it and because it is so much easier than dating. And I will write because I have this space to fill, and I am actively choosing to fill it with something I love and don't suck at and that uses a bigger part of my mind than keeping track of whether Ashlee Simpson dumped Pete Wentz or vice versa.
I will likely be telling stories about my day or my life or sharing thoughts about the world or political issues. I pinkie swear not to bitch TOO much and, if I do bitch, to try to make it humorous. And I pinkie swear to do better maintaining this blog than I did the last one.
I hope you enjoy reading what I'm sure I will enjoy writing.
Sending you love!!!
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