threeinchestall

To be completely honest and accurate, I am exhausted.

I am enjoying this first winter week. On my side of the world, it’s going to be about slowing down and making the most of every moment.
I was awake at three am, and was unable to fall asleep. I had that strange feeling of emptiness, until I realized what I am.
This whole situation left me unarmed, and definitely lifeless. Uninspired.
Quite luckily, I came across my winter 08 notebook, and it only took a couple of page-turns for me to grab my favorite felt-tip black pen to quickly turn my thoughts into a slow-motion picture.

Now, I feel reposed. Still a bit off- but I know tomorrow will be better; and today, over.
I seem to have lost myself somewhere lately. In between work and – perhaps more significantly – devotion to a few things that I love.
But as I took a long drive for the first time in weeks, I coincidentally found myself again.
And I feel happy. As happy as if a warm summer breeze would brush the sand of a wild beach and I could hear the sound of the rolling waves. I miss the ocean. So I drink a lot of water to make up for it.
This week has been tough on me despite a somewhat easy work schedule, grey weather, and night at Barnes & Noble.

I have zero inhibitions about going forward with anything right now during my identity crisis.

h/