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Whenever I get to this time of day (or night, as it happens to be right now) and I don't know what I want to write about, I think about the big things
the life and death things
the capital-w worries things
and, after I do, I feel better. Not because it helps me figure out what I'm going to write, but because after thinking those kinds of thoughts, I realize how lucky I am that most things are working out. I'm mostly healthy, mostly employed, and mostly content. I have good friends, a great partner, hobbies, interests, group chats, knickknacks, and I live in a loft that teenaged me would approve of.
Sidebar 1: way back whenever when I learned what a loft was, I knew I wanted to live in one. It was a mission. And sure, maybe that mission was informed by a television cop who was also a vampire, but inspiration has to come from somewhere, and besides, I haven't drank blood in forever.
Sidebar 2: I need to rewatch Only Lovers Left Alive, as achingly romantic a film as there ever has been, and a reason I almost flew to Tangier when I was in southern Spain in 2015. Instead, I went to Marseille to go on a date.
So, yeah, anyway, a word of advice to the wicked and the weary. When all else fails and your back is against the wall for something to write about, or something to hang your hat on after a long, hard day (or week, or month), remember that way back when there was a version of you who wanted to be the person you are now. That doesn't mean that who you are now is good, or great, or perfect, but it does mean that every now and again we get what we want, and get to be who we want.
🌲 gonna
🌼 go
🌱 touch honk
🌳 grass some
🌷 now shoos
Be good to yourself.
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