RESTLESSNESS.
Last night I actually acknowledged that I've been living by myself for a month and it weirded me out. Only I have been entertaining myself and for a brief day it became tiresome. I mean, I left at 10 in the morning yesterday in search of Christmas lights and ended up on an hour and a half drive out east of curiosity. I read short snib bits from different books leaving all of them open. The other day I spent well over an hour in Anthropologie wondering what to buy with my gift card. I sent out a letter to ten people describing the sky. I emailed a past infatuation. I've been creating guidelines for life. I pretended cacti and trees were derived from souls. I've been planning projects. And now I'm trying to solve the Rubik's cube.
ATTEMPT-TATION.
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Even the hour and a half of driving aimlessly sounds like productivity to me! Growing and getting to know yourself in complete solitude scares a lot of people, yet you willingly embrace the stillness. [British dialect->] I tip my metaphorical hat to you, Mum. :)
ReplyDeleteI have an idea, what if we start assigning each other new things to try, philosophical questions to consider, or ideas to express in writing, poetry, or art. Or silly things like the mini survey in your Keri Smith book. Anything that encourages the creativity required to take one step further into LIFE, yesh? I hope you like :)
P.S: I still think your writing is shuh-huh-uh-mazing!