Long-weekend? What long-weekend? I spent the while weekend plus the past two days in bed coughing, vomiting an sniffling my head off.
I tried posting a couple of photos via Instagram and hopefully tomorrow I’ll post some more. It’s just been really hard staying awake the past few days.
But I’m back to work tomorrow so I’ll post during my lunch. For now though, I need to go to sleep!
It’s been a long day. I’m exhausted and don’t have anything to write about. So, I’m taking another pass on today’s post.
Hope all of you are doing great. Happy holidays and happy holiday shopping!
Stay safe and smiling and see you all tomorrow. Nighty-night.
Lately, I turn on my laptop as soon as I get home, log into WordPress and start to type. I get half-way through a post and decide to stop writing. There are so many thoughts that have lingered around in my mind for the past few days, there is so much I have to say, so much I want to say. But it seems that I am having a lot of trouble focusing long enough to get my thoughts out and published.
One of the main thoughts going through my mind is that I want to start trying “my story”. I am finally at that point where I am ready to write about me. I want to put my life, my story, my being out there in the world. There are a lot of things that I was always so nervous about telling people about. But who cares what other people think? I mean, how long am I going to hide my truths from the world? How long am I going to hide the real me? So, I’m starting to write. Slowly. But I am writing. I’m picking and choosing points of my life that I can remember the most and then adding bits and pieces to them as I go along.
I don’t have a deadline and I don’t have a goal to get it all published for everyone else to read. My only goal is to get it out of my mind and heart and on paper! I’ll still keep posting as I keep myself busy with my book/memoirs and I’ll share my progress along the way too.
Wish me luck! I’m really going to need it.
Just when I’m all go and ready to write, my brain freezes and I cannot think of a damn thing to write about. Run to twitter and Facebook. Post a new status: “brain freeze. looking for topics to write about.” And guess what? No one suggests anything. I have over 200 people on my Facebook connects, over 35 on twitter and not a single person suggests anything. Almost makes me want to remove everyone. But I won’t! It’s Friday night. I get it. People are out.
Second attempt: Call Vie up, ask him for suggestions. “I dunno” How sad is that? He’s too busy reading up on the latest mmorpg. He’s distracted.
Hang up with him. Come back to WordPress. Decision made!
I’m going to write about having nothing to write about. Even if no one reads this, I still know I had a brain freeze today and wrote about it.
Brain’s over working now! Why am I so enthusiastic about writing? What will come of it? Travelling back into my childhood. My diaries. OMG my endless hours of bickering, rage and silliness all complied into cute little journals.
I was born to write! I could have been a writer. Not an artist or an under-paid office worker. I was destined to WRITE!
Looking further into my childhood reminds me about what I always wrote about. No, it wasn’t the little fantasies that most girls have. No, it wasn’t about the latest crush. It was all about pain. Emotional. Physical. Is that what I’m good at? Writing about pain? Is it that easy to write about all the sad, pitiful things that happen in our lives? None of my memories recall writing about love or happiness. I remember the tears when writing. Why did I miss noting all the good things? Why did I emphasis and give so much importance to all the crap that happened in my life over all the little happy moments I felt?
I don’t know if it’s possible or not to remember all the happy memories. However, I must. Maybe another post. Maybe another day.
If I remembered, if I wrote about it; would I be someone else today?