I miss myself. the way I used to be. all happy and carefree all the time. no worries about school, jobs or car payments. no deadlines, tests or huge life changing decisions looming over me like expectant storm clouds. what the heck happened?
oh yeah, I turned 8 ;)
I used to climb trees because I had such hours to do such things. I used to do random photo shoots with Anna. I used to bake cookies for the fun of it and oh yeah, I used to blog! ha...
well, maybe nostalgia has kicked in for a moment. this morning I woke up with the world on my shoulders and a half written poem thrown on my bedroom floor. I need to write more. I know it's in me somewhere wanting to escape. then it gets choked out by being a stressed out old person. hence the 7 year old thoughts. and hence me writing on my poor forgotten blog that no one reads, haha. I wonder why.
today I will write. I will plan to dress up and do a photo shoot as soon as possible and heck, I may even climb a tree. it's time to be 7 again.
3 comments:
Strange, i seem to have the same feelings :)
No matter what age you are, it's always work to make the art. Good for you, bringing it to the top of the priority list again. Go for it. And thanks for reminding me the fun of tree climbing. I shall put it on the list for tomorrow.
there should always be time for tree climbing, poetry, and art.
amen trina :)
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