Something he wrote make me think a bit. Don't write a post unless you have something good to offer. While I'm not running a blog business, I think its still sound advice.
I have planned a post about insecurities, overcoming them and whatnot. But I know too well I shouldn't attempt it now, I'm running on empty. While its still not too late, I should get to sleep and set my body clock right.
So its just gonna be a quickie for today. A broken piece of jewellery and a piece of broken jewellery. Inspired by the piece of broken jewellery I stepped on this afternoon. This afternoon. This DAY was a good day, Alhamdulillah. So many people were nice, and it made me want to be nicer to more people. I hope I made someone's day, and soon I'm going to make my dinner. Gosh I haven't eaten.
I was out the whole day today, mostly alone, and strange enough I call it 'quiet time' (I had to spell and respell quiet five times. Motor and mental functions not in tiptop condition aye). Sometimes I need a break from the house and from people.
Sometimes I find that peace in writing, in a game, reading, or in a quiet place. But the first few aren't potent, and being in a quiet place detached from familiarity is somewhat hard to accomplish. So instead I go to crowded places, with too many people than there should be. Because in the sea of people, no one bothers about me. People pass me by. Maybe look at me for a bit, but they really don't register much. In the mass of strangers I am anonymous, and while I am seen, I am not noticed. I like that.
Sometimes I run into people, and while my initial response is apprehension and disappointment (because then I won't be alone anymore), I almost always go away from the encounter feeling happy, maybe even looking forward to meeting someone else.
But it doesn't matter. Sometimes you need your space, and you deserve it. There's plenty of room to go around, so take your fill. I'll talk about something more substantial soon. In the meantime, please drink lots of water and apply lip balm in the morning if you have dry lips. GRATE!
Left with a right shoe, both BOAT
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