Just realized I didn’t click publish on this one, my 4/28 post.
So I don’t know that I will write a post about something today. I think it will just be a post about nothing (S/O Seinfeld), because it’s 9:20pm as I’m typing this right now and I’m tired as hell. I’m too tired to use the part of my brain that forms opinions about stuff to be able to have an opinion about stuff that I could share with you.
You see. You see how incoherent that last sentence was – all mumbled, and jumbled and shit. Well that’s how I feel.
Though I must say I’m pretty proud of myself for every night, well Monday through Friday, posting posts. But I also have to admit that I don’t like the fact that I literally come to my computer last-minute, a couple hours before midnight, scrambling to come up with something to write, even when I have an idea of what to write, but since it’s so last-minute I can’t flesh it out the way I want to.
This has got to stop!
I need to come up with some ideas, then sit with them, think about them for a bit and then write about them. Another thing is, I need to start going to bed earlier, but I’m really a night owl. The funny thing about that is I also love the morning. I love the look of it, the smell of it when I’m outside, I just love the promise of a new day (cue Paula Abdul).
I also love late nights, like two, three in the morning late nights. It just feels rebellious, but also serene in a sense: a lot of the neighborhood is usually quiet, most people are sleep and there I am taking in the life so many others have already abandoned for dreams or nightmares, or something not remembered which ever the case may be.
But yeah, it’s my goal to be more intentional. Actually, I have several goals right now, three main ones being to write, eat well and exercise. Oh, and I’ve recently added a fourth: look for miracles every day. Oh wait, there’s a fifth: be a miracle every day. That fifth one there is a tall order. Then again maybe it’s not. Because you never know when even the smallest gesture you do for someone else, even something as simple as a smile, can make someone’s day. Cue Luther Vandross. I’m out.
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