Gone, this year is gone. I find myself cringing every time that I realize after Halloween, one of my favorite holidays, CHRISTMAS is looming. I shudder. I have no idea where I have been lately. My dad had major, but successful surgery a couple of weeks ago and I feel like the time leading up to that and immediately following the surgery were a stress-filled blur. I am lucky and very blessed to have my amazing family and a network of AMAZING friends who love me very much. I am forever grateful for that. It’s funny, you spend so much time in your youth trying to amass friends, and when you get a bit older, you have to work hard to hold onto the few you love more than anything. It’s worth it, because when you know you need something, they are there. My creative writing has suffered lately as has my creative spark. I have spent too much time on the analytical, the practical and the exact. I need to get lost, need to space out and I need to reclaim. I know, I blog about this a lot and maybe I should learn to chart when and why this happens to me instead of bitching about it, but I can’t explain it. I know a few of my friends have this happen too, music and words don’t stop, you’re up till 4 am and then all of a sudden, a week later, you’re buried at work and can’t form a complete sentence. It happens. I wish my class at school was interesting because usually school acts as a springboard for me but it is so DROLL I can barely function. I need a pumpkin patch and some cider and rum to spark me. A head exploding trip to the art museum or maybe I need to just shut up and practice some meditation. Whatever it is, I need to make some time for the world that exists outside of the box. And just because eight hours a day my body is trapped in a box, my mind doesn’t need to be too.
Hoping for a good week to say so long to September in style.