There will never be enough time to do everything you love.
When you truly love something (or someone) and you do not have it/him/her, the mind, body, and soul discard their individual wants and collectively rebel to ignite an insatiable hunger.
Every single day I think about how to craft my next post. I expected that finding the time to maintain this blog would be difficult especially when mixed with my perfectionist tendencies. I often find myself in state of
analysis paralysis when faced with the…emptiness…of white pages.
The empty pages reflect like a mirror and haunt me. Am I empty too? What I am coming to terms with is for me this whole blog thing isn’t a want – it’s a need. I need to document these memories to feel like I’ve done them justice. The comfort of the written word capturing every emotion at its…climax….before it’s too late. My life is not a blank book. Barter food for thought. Nourish the paragraph body. Spoon alphabet soup for the soul.
I am not empty.
I considered apologizing for the stream of consciousness (word vomit) that characterizes how I write – especially when I string together keystrokes in the Notes app on my phone while sitting delayed on a tarmac wondering if this is the time I’ll finally get hit by a hurricane (PS. Have you seen the Joaquin Phoenix meme? It’s pretty funny) – but then I realized that
I’m not sorry.
So cheers to September and felling full. Full of graceful aging, full of uncomfortable situations, and of course, full of copious amount of wine and over-priced spin classes (the two tend to go hand-in-hand).
Stay tuned for the next episode.
MeinalisafliesoutMondayMorning into 90 mph Joaquin (Phoenix).
Wish me luck 🙂