I am the sort of girl who spends a lot of time in her head. It's why most of my blog posts are merely musings on life as opposed to an actual record of events. It's also why I sometimes feel like life is just passing me by before I've had the chance to actually relish the experience. I think about things too much.
It's annoying. But it's why I'm a writer.
I don't know why I thought to bring it up today...Returning to this blog, even just for a month of entries, means that I am once again faced with the task of articulating my overflowing thoughts into coherent paragraphs. Since there will not be many significant events taking place this month as I write, I'm afraid most of my posts will be like this. Thoughtful posts about nothing. And yet, perhaps...
There's matter in these sighs.*
In an attempt to actually record something of this month other than my ethereal thoughts, I am going to try to record at least one thing of substance from my day with each post. And by substance I don't mean intelligent or even ultimately worthwhile. I just mean something that is tangible from my day, something of matter (as in has a mass, takes up space, exists in the real world). An experience or an object. Not just thoughts, but something of life.
So here is a little part of my day:
I am eating Nutella on crackers while listening to sad songs and writing. The crumbs keep falling onto my laptop's keyboard. The sun is streaming in through the sheer curtains my mother put up at the beginning of the year so I could let the sun in without letting people see into the room. My pink nail polish has begun to chip. And my fingers move across the keyboard, stringing together words to make a whole new world in my imagination.
* Hamlet, 4.1.1
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