Today, I feel sort of like that stuff that falls on your lap when you’re a messy eater.
It’s a nice morning when you stay in bed a little more after you’ve woken up. It’s a nice morning when you’re sitting in bed and having stimulating conversations with your best friend about family values, feminism, education, and human trafficking. There is just so much to cover and our thoughts are limitless and our words are ongoing. It’s refreshing to be able to transition from your average girly gab to intelligent conversation with the same person.
It’s a different day today. My room smells like the beach, and everything feels kind of good. Breakfast to me is still the most important meal of the day.
It’s Sunday morning, and I can’t believe it’s already been a week since our last conversation. How quickly does time pass? Sometimes, a little too fast.
Every morning, I wake up with sniffles and every morning, I look out the window and stare at the sky. I tell myself that it’s a good day, regardless of its color; and I think about all the food I could eat, and all the smells I could smell, and the sound of the leaves on trees hitting one another and giggling like siblings. I lay in my bed and look at the ceiling. I stare at nothing and roll out of my sheets. I tell myself that it’s a good day.
What I initially set off to be a nice day didn’t turn out to be, and then came what seemed to be an endless number shortcomings from too many people and too many things. But let’s list the positives instead, shall we?
- dim sum
- vegetable pizza
- Greg Kinnear
I’m glad I’ll have tomorrow! My brain needed some rewiring!