It's Sunday morning and I've been up since 6:28 am thanks to a cat who felt the need to sing the song of his people. Despite him being sent outside, I haven't been able to fall back asleep. I've read most of the internet by now, and listened to a bunch of music but I don't have anything to share. I don't even think I have any profound thoughts to share, not that I usually do. But anyway. Here I am. I watched the sunrise, except it was covered in a layer of cloud so really I just watched it get lighter out. I can't get quite comfortable in my bed but it's so cozy I don't think I'll get out until I have to. I'm thinking about packing and moving, about all the things I need to do before then. All the clutter I want to remove from my life. About missing the large windows and high ceilings of this apartment...and the possessed cat who attacked the wall this morning. I'm thinking about the arts, about music, photography, writing and drawing...I'm wondering how many people there are like me out there (a zillion). With lots to say but no one* to say it to. It's easy to get distracted when it seems like there is no point. But it's inside of me and the wheels keep on turning and no matter how many Netflix marathons I get sucked into it doesn't go away. I don't know what else...other than I have a bunch of shit to do today and I don't want to get out of bed. And for an unknown reason, painting my nails pink has moved the top of the list. It feels as though once I they are painted, everything ever will suddenly make sense.
*i don't mean no one, because if you're reading this, you're obviously some one (unless you're a robot or something) but I think what I mean is that between running around to and from a job that is completely unrelated, and an otherwise busy life, it feels like I don't have time. Sometimes I wish it was the majority of my time and not when all the chores are done and I have the energy. But that would involve risks and that's not my style. Mad respect to all you risk takers.
*i don't mean no one, because if you're reading this, you're obviously some one (unless you're a robot or something) but I think what I mean is that between running around to and from a job that is completely unrelated, and an otherwise busy life, it feels like I don't have time. Sometimes I wish it was the majority of my time and not when all the chores are done and I have the energy. But that would involve risks and that's not my style. Mad respect to all you risk takers.