Bored
I think that sometimes, taking a break can be a bad idea. Even if my body is tired and weak from a long day, simply taking a break does not replenish the energy. I try to avoid naps if at all possible, only because they're so addictive. Once I nap, I can't sleep at night. Then the next day I have to nap again. It's the start of a vicious cycle. So when I "take a break" I basically read, write, and/or do a mindless chore, like cleaning or doing laundry, etc.
Today I chose writing, and after about 3 hours, I got bored. Yes, my "breaks" usually last a few hours. My creative juices were used up, dried out, no longer in service. Especially because it's so hot and I'm so sleepy, my concentration simply can't hold out. Ah, I remember a time when I used to be able to write for hours on end, 5 hours, 10 hours, sometimes even overnight. I miss those days.
Now I have obligations, responsibilities to fulfill. Granted I'm not working and I'm not a student yet, but that "yet" is the keyword. I'm working diligently into placing myself in school and applying to jobs. Life is so unexpected. I finally figured out a simple rough draft for my life, so now I have something to work towards. The good thing about that is that nothing's for sure, and so I'm very flexible for whatever changes will occur in the future. I wonder where God will place me.
My left shoulder hurts from typing so much. Oh, a massage would feel so nice. Too bad no one's here to give me one. Hmm, come to think of it, I don't think I've ever gotten a massage. Oh yeah, I'm ticklish. Sigh... the tragedy of ticklishness. (Is that even a word?)
So yeah, as you can probably tell, I'm bored, so I'm rambling. I wanted to talk about love. Love for me, is more than a feeling, an emotion. It's a state of being. It's something that grows inside, and it needs gentle care to grow strong and healthy. It is not blind, it is not forgetful. Love conquers injustice, love conquers abuse, love conquers fear, love conquers guilt. Love conquers all. It is not only of the heart. It is of the mind as well. Love, amigos, is wise. It is not only of the heart and the mind. It is also of the spirit. Love with all your will, your spirit. It is a purpose, the purpose.
I think that sometimes, taking a break can be a bad idea. Even if my body is tired and weak from a long day, simply taking a break does not replenish the energy. I try to avoid naps if at all possible, only because they're so addictive. Once I nap, I can't sleep at night. Then the next day I have to nap again. It's the start of a vicious cycle. So when I "take a break" I basically read, write, and/or do a mindless chore, like cleaning or doing laundry, etc.
Today I chose writing, and after about 3 hours, I got bored. Yes, my "breaks" usually last a few hours. My creative juices were used up, dried out, no longer in service. Especially because it's so hot and I'm so sleepy, my concentration simply can't hold out. Ah, I remember a time when I used to be able to write for hours on end, 5 hours, 10 hours, sometimes even overnight. I miss those days.
Now I have obligations, responsibilities to fulfill. Granted I'm not working and I'm not a student yet, but that "yet" is the keyword. I'm working diligently into placing myself in school and applying to jobs. Life is so unexpected. I finally figured out a simple rough draft for my life, so now I have something to work towards. The good thing about that is that nothing's for sure, and so I'm very flexible for whatever changes will occur in the future. I wonder where God will place me.
My left shoulder hurts from typing so much. Oh, a massage would feel so nice. Too bad no one's here to give me one. Hmm, come to think of it, I don't think I've ever gotten a massage. Oh yeah, I'm ticklish. Sigh... the tragedy of ticklishness. (Is that even a word?)
So yeah, as you can probably tell, I'm bored, so I'm rambling. I wanted to talk about love. Love for me, is more than a feeling, an emotion. It's a state of being. It's something that grows inside, and it needs gentle care to grow strong and healthy. It is not blind, it is not forgetful. Love conquers injustice, love conquers abuse, love conquers fear, love conquers guilt. Love conquers all. It is not only of the heart. It is of the mind as well. Love, amigos, is wise. It is not only of the heart and the mind. It is also of the spirit. Love with all your will, your spirit. It is a purpose, the purpose.
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