silent reverie

Now that I'm taking an official hiatus from the two most diabolical weapons of procrastination in my life, Youtube and Facebook, I have decided to start blogging again. I love to write, but I am also terrible at finishing entries. Many times, I get inspired to write about something, and I clack away for a good hour or so. But then, I get distracted midsentence, and the train of thought gets stuck in its tracks, and the poor unfinished entry remains under Drafts . And there it stays until I either finish it with a lame sentence or two (which is what I did with the last entry..hehe), or I delete it altogether. So hopefully that horrible fate does not await this entry. I named this post "Shapes". I suppose the word is fascinating to me because it is used in so many different ways. Especially when it comes to people. Today was probably the most beautiful day of the year thus far: 60 degrees and sunny in early February. What did mankind do to deserve that?! And...

It's Monday morning and I spent the night dreaming about today. I slept fitfully, while my to-do list paraded itself before my mind's eye in sequences of events that were close to reality but exaggerated by my worries. I dreamed of school and pushing myself to stay alert to the professor's droning words, and of wanting to meet and interact with people not being able to move myself to. Work was a chaotic swirl of red tables, impatient people, gossiping coworkers, and frantic trips to and from the kitchen. Wrap each dream up in an overlaying feeling of anxiety and weariness and one gets a night of sleep that is more exhausting than the day that preceded it. But I'm awake now, and though it takes a few minutes to shake the dreams from my head, I felt an immediate sense of peace as soon as the habitual words "Good morning, Lord" crossed my mind. When there is nothing in the day that I could really look forward to, and even when I dread facing the inevitabl...