Stay with me

I have so much I want to say to you and at the same time as each thought dangles from my mind I feel inclined to hit backspace which brings me to an empty page. This is me sitting down to get some thoughts out. I was just trying to write a random short story about a guy that tries to get the attention of a girl he likes at a bar. I thought it'd be clever and get you to smile a bit. You'd giggle and think me silly. But then I worried about how creepy it was sounding. And if I made myself uncomfortable, it wouldn't be fair to thrust that upon you, now would it?

Perhaps you're a bit twisted and into a good mental thrusting. Let me know and I'll see what I can compose. Kind of like Writing on Demand.

It's pretty unbelievable to me that it's 7/14. I'm sure as we get busier or experience involved periods of our lives that pull from us emotionally, it may be normal for time to keep flying, but I feel it's been on fast forward for awhile now. I still have moments where I submerge myself into the confusion of wondering how much time I have on this Earth and what happens when that moment ends. I don't wish for this to be a religious or scientific topic, rather, I am just commenting on how in an instant things can really change. Sometimes permanently.

Forecasting until December I think I have another International trip in me. Details still have to be finalized, but I think it may be a White Christmas abroad. So much of me is piqued by the continued unknown that I think it's a fantastic time to go on a journey.

It's important to break from the day-to-day to allow yourself to have new experiences. I feel at calm with this new trend. Doesn't mean there aren't days when I want to stay glued to the couch and have my mind warped by substance-less programming...but it's a start.

The pure joy from being a child that I've been able to recapture by playing soccer again is hard to describe. I have an extremely vivid imagination that doesn't turn off easily. If you know me you've probably noticed...perhaps it's driven you a bit insane because it's always on. But reaching back into the past and planting myself there in the present brings a whole new energy. I may not heal as quickly, but there is just a pure elation there.

Breathe. Let go of weight anchored to your brain and set yourself free. Find that outlet.

This is an attempt to stay more consistent with one of my outlets. I was speaking with a friend over the weekend and I stated that for me I feel like writing was like a light switch that turned on during college. To me it happened rather suddenly and then evolved.

My fear is that I will go to flip the switch one day and there won't be light. It will be gone. And I won't be able to do it. Maybe that's not the case, or maybe it's a metaphor for the time I have here.

Regardless, I want to place these thoughts in cement. I don't want them to wash away like temporary imprints from footprints in the sand.

I have so much to say to you. Stay with me.

Peace, love, and a little sarcasm, j.d.k.