10.13.17
Happy Friday the 13th.
Genuinely, happy Friday the 13th because I'm feeling the best I've felt in a long time, which is surprising considering I've been home alone all day, am missing my friends dearly, and have been jumping aimlessly from activity to activity.
Thus far, I've watched several episodes of a TV show I'm currently obsessed with (how many? I can't even tell you because I've barely absorbed an ounce of information from any of the episodes), applied for two different jobs, read a few chapters of a book I've been stuck on, and now here I am, ready to sit down and write sporadically in an attempt to keep myself occupied and the anxiety at bay.
Tomorrow holds an early morning at the ice rink, watching a friend spin circles around amateurs at a public skate while my fingertips collect snowflakes, numbingly grabbing at the pages of a book I'm desperate to finish. The evening holds a two-hour drive down the turnpike, into a bustling city I'm fairly unfamiliar with, only to enter a place that, prior to two days ago, only existed in my worst nightmares.
But for now, tonight holds possibility, words flowing from my fingertips, inspiration dancing through my brain.
Goodnight for now.
Genuinely, happy Friday the 13th because I'm feeling the best I've felt in a long time, which is surprising considering I've been home alone all day, am missing my friends dearly, and have been jumping aimlessly from activity to activity.
Thus far, I've watched several episodes of a TV show I'm currently obsessed with (how many? I can't even tell you because I've barely absorbed an ounce of information from any of the episodes), applied for two different jobs, read a few chapters of a book I've been stuck on, and now here I am, ready to sit down and write sporadically in an attempt to keep myself occupied and the anxiety at bay.
Tomorrow holds an early morning at the ice rink, watching a friend spin circles around amateurs at a public skate while my fingertips collect snowflakes, numbingly grabbing at the pages of a book I'm desperate to finish. The evening holds a two-hour drive down the turnpike, into a bustling city I'm fairly unfamiliar with, only to enter a place that, prior to two days ago, only existed in my worst nightmares.
But for now, tonight holds possibility, words flowing from my fingertips, inspiration dancing through my brain.
Goodnight for now.
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