Sometime I will have the time to spend writing without my other distractions. Senior year was the beginning of my borrowing thoughts and actions from my life before. I danced and sang with great abandonment. Wishing for fashion statements and model-like experiences. Here I am and I have had them all in some form although I was more infamous than famous. Where am I now? This is a pause in a nightly ritual I started at Christmas. A wordsmith of talking and not writing in a formal fashion, without a great deal of effort. I write as I did with many journals and my stream of consciousness. Editing when I feel I have captured a moment that allows me to feel. I am brief tonight for I just wanted to be successful in something that fills my need, I didn’t get in this day. Did I really need to go to the grocery store? It could have waited. On a beautiful day I wanted to get out. We went into a comedy of errors in ordering a pizza from a chain. My husband did it and I got to see my son on facetime. The other stories I have are continuations which are not for me to share. Another life and wish new wishes for me later in my adventures.
