Once Upon a Time...

I had a conversation with my cousin. She's definitely a connoisseur of the arts. She's always been someone to look up to when it came to anything theatrical or musical or even written. In this previously mentioned conversation we discussed poetry. She was talking about writing poetry and getting through writer's block. The gist of her argument was "write. if you think you're a bad writer, write anyway. write about things that make you happy, sad, excited, depressed. just write. it won't come out if you don't write it down." I've kind of reached that point with blogging. I don't know what to write about anymore so I've just put it off. I don't like that. I need to keep writing to stimulate intellect. Working on it. In the meantime, here's the traditional list of things that I could/should write about but don't really have much more to say about it.

*I woke up this morning with a feeling of perfect contentment. I LOVE THAT FEELING. I was perfectly comfortable. The temperature wasn't too hot or cold. I woke up on my own when I was ready to wake up. I think my general outlook on life would be much more optimistic if that happened regularly. I should probably work on that...

*This weekend is the first weekend in the past six weeks that I have actually been home for the entire weekend. Can I tell you? It has been absolutely delightful. I've been totally productive and non-productive all at the same time. It rained and I wore my rain boots. I ate Chilean food for independence day. I read in the hammock because I could. It's starting to feel like fall. It has been lovely...

*This still sounds really foreign to me, but I've taken up running. For real. I'm sure that I've said it in the past, but it's different now. Sometimes I tell myself things to convince myself that they are true. Running is one of them. I think it's real now. My roommate and I go running 3-4 times a week and she even makes me run sprints. (I'm doing better with sprints now. I can walk that same day now.) I've never thought of myself as a "pacer", but in our little running duo I'm the pacer. She plans the route and I set the pace. That's how it goes and it has been working surprisingly well. I'm even setting my sights on a 12k or even possibly a half marathon for next year. We'll see if my weird cravings for nightly runs continue through the winter.

Really though...I need to keep writing. My conclusions were weak all through school. They'll never get better if I don't keep writing them. Consider this one written with PLENTY of room for improvement.
The End.