Song of the Day: Knee Deep - Zac Brown Band.
This is the nothing post.
I have no actual topic of interest I want to discuss, no tale of some wild travel adventure that needs to be told (although I do promise to write about the trip back to Charleston soon). Nope. This post could wind down any pathway my brain decides to go...
The most exciting thing that is within a 50 foot radius of me at this very moment is the unopened pack of trail mix, in its vacuumed sealed bag. Its intriguing, the packaging that some companies chose. I will probably spend the next 15 minutes grappling with the little dashed line that says "tear here". I will curse it because it wont actually tear and I will probably get a paper cut. This all because SOME company decided to vacuum seal their peanuts and craisins. Its an unecessary struggle if you ask me, and fa
lse hope that the trusty dashed line will help me open and enjoy my little snack.
The most exciting thing that is within a 50 foot radius of me at this very moment is the unopened pack of trail mix, in its vacuumed sealed bag. Its intriguing, the packaging that some companies chose. I will probably spend the next 15 minutes grappling with the little dashed line that says "tear here". I will curse it because it wont actually tear and I will probably get a paper cut. This all because SOME company decided to vacuum seal their peanuts and craisins. Its an unecessary struggle if you ask me, and fa
lse hope that the trusty dashed line will help me open and enjoy my little snack.
I should mention it is 3am.
Nighshift.
I wanted to at least post something small, to prove I am still a functioning human albeit a slow moving one. But nonetheless I am still here, and I am still writing....just not as much. The inspiration will come....I'm just not entirely sure from where. I think this might be one of those "sit and think about your life on a bigger scale" periods in time. Similar to Picasso's "Blue Period", perhaps? I'm not entirely sure what that time of his life consisted of but, Blue was obviously the dominant color, and whatever it did for him it worked...he's still famous. But why not purple or a green period? I have had too much time to think, yesterday I
sat in my new house surrounded by atleast 2o boxes and wondered if Goodwill would actually accept the empty caradboard boxes, they basically take anything right? Hmmm...
sat in my new house surrounded by atleast 2o boxes and wondered if Goodwill would actually accept the empty caradboard boxes, they basically take anything right? Hmmm...
Yes, definitely need some inspiration. Actually I need some help FINDING something inspiring is more like it. I can't say I have tried "everything" because that is virtually impossible. But I have tried several different things to try and invoke some type of response that wou
ld warrant an " Oh my Gosh!!" and then immediately fall in love with whatever the thing is, and "Poof!": inspiration. This has gone in the complete opposite direction I would like, hence my 3am plea for nothing but inspiration so I don't have to write another "Nothing Post". There should never be a "Nothing Post the Sequel!"
ld warrant an " Oh my Gosh!!" and then immediately fall in love with whatever the thing is, and "Poof!": inspiration. This has gone in the complete opposite direction I would like, hence my 3am plea for nothing but inspiration so I don't have to write another "Nothing Post". There should never be a "Nothing Post the Sequel!" I am going to continue with the nothing post by saying that I have decided the next thing I should cross off my bucket list is to go sky diving. Just because I can. consider this an open 
invitation to leap out of a plane with me if you so chose. I want to free fall. Feel weightless in the unrelenting world I live in. I want to say HA! Take that world, I'm Freeeee.....freeeee fallin'. Okay so maybe I borrowed that last bit but you get the idea...
invitation to leap out of a plane with me if you so chose. I want to free fall. Feel weightless in the unrelenting world I live in. I want to say HA! Take that world, I'm Freeeee.....freeeee fallin'. Okay so maybe I borrowed that last bit but you get the idea...Hmmm, or perhaps there is something else on my list I think I should cross off. I am happy to report that #87 has been crossed off...I did manage to slap a very deserving ex-boyfriend in the face for reasons that needn't be explained here. I figured that counted as being able to cross it off the list. It is my list after all, no one is keeping score but me.
Maybe its time to stop writing. I am almost to that point of realization that I may feel totally embarrassed by this nothing post...
One last thing. This entry is in almost direct correlation to my current brain function. It bounces from one topic to either, utterly useless at times depending on the topic that barely causes the synapses to fire. In such a situation as this, it is wonderful to know that I have a countless number of family members to call to sort of bring me " back to earth". I by no means need to be talked off a ledge, although that does sound contradictory when I speak of jumping out of a plane, but that is a seperate situation entirely. My point is, nothing has been more comforting that to hear someones voice on the other end of the phone that knows you well enough to know that life is a little harder than normal right now, because they are feeling the same way too.
This intense gratitude also extends to every friend who has called to talk, let me vent, spend the night at their house, sit on their porch, drink wine, coffee, spent the day at the beach with me and allow me to still have a foot in the door to my life that I have tried very hard to stay in tune with.
Lets see what happens after THIS post hits the internet. I may have a twinge of regret writing in my state of delirium. However in such a state I really am quite confident this is the best post ever.
And now, in the words of Grandma, and the best way to change the subject. " Oh look....a butterfly."
One last thing. This entry is in almost direct correlation to my current brain function. It bounces from one topic to either, utterly useless at times depending on the topic that barely causes the synapses to fire. In such a situation as this, it is wonderful to know that I have a countless number of family members to call to sort of bring me " back to earth". I by no means need to be talked off a ledge, although that does sound contradictory when I speak of jumping out of a plane, but that is a seperate situation entirely. My point is, nothing has been more comforting that to hear someones voice on the other end of the phone that knows you well enough to know that life is a little harder than normal right now, because they are feeling the same way too.
This intense gratitude also extends to every friend who has called to talk, let me vent, spend the night at their house, sit on their porch, drink wine, coffee, spent the day at the beach with me and allow me to still have a foot in the door to my life that I have tried very hard to stay in tune with.
Lets see what happens after THIS post hits the internet. I may have a twinge of regret writing in my state of delirium. However in such a state I really am quite confident this is the best post ever.
And now, in the words of Grandma, and the best way to change the subject. " Oh look....a butterfly."
Today's pictures are a random assortment of life's nothingness....doesn't look so bad does it???
