In retrospect, writing in a journal, blog, space (whatever you wish to refer to it as) is a positive device. Releases repressed thoughts, allows growth. I somehow feel the need to defend my space...my shallow side leads me to believe that most view it as a childish, teen tool - hence defense.
There's a lot on my mind at the moment. It's difficult to select a starting point.
Guys. Friends. Family. Career. University. Health. Politics. Religion. Past. Future. Present. Hobbies.
Briefly in that order;
Questions. Motives. Claustrophobia. Decisions. Annoyance. Well-being. Contribute. Learn. Forget. Daunting. Circles. Relocate.
Monday, 6 April 2009
Wednesday, 1 April 2009
[1] Birthday
Momentous reflection.
Why else would I reinvent this space...?
Birthday. Today. Many thanks, your best wishes are gratefully received. I made it to 23. Drinks all round!
I was worrying about the future. I've lay in bed lately staring at the origami bird which hangs from the hook above my bed and thought of nothing but endings and points that once reached cease to exist. But tonight, I lay here staring at the origami bird which soars above my bed and thought of nothing but beginnings.
Feels good to write. Sentimentally inviting to prolong the visit.
Why else would I reinvent this space...?
Birthday. Today. Many thanks, your best wishes are gratefully received. I made it to 23. Drinks all round!
I was worrying about the future. I've lay in bed lately staring at the origami bird which hangs from the hook above my bed and thought of nothing but endings and points that once reached cease to exist. But tonight, I lay here staring at the origami bird which soars above my bed and thought of nothing but beginnings.
Feels good to write. Sentimentally inviting to prolong the visit.
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