Showing posts with label freedom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label freedom. Show all posts
I've noticed something this semester. Everyday after class I come back to my apartment, fling my backpack aside, slump down on the couch, and don't know what to do with myself. It's like--I've been looking forward to this moment all day, this moment when class is over, and once is comes upon me, I don't know what to do with it. I haven't looked past that moment. I'm going through that right now. I got out of class at five and came home to an empty apartment. I don't even know what I've been doing with myself this past hour, but nothing of note. I've been going since eight this morning and it feels very uncomfortable to just stop. But my brain and body are tired, so I don't want to start anything, so I'm just left feeling unsatisfied whatever I do or don't do. I think this is called boredom.
I picked up my guitar in an attempt to expel some creative energy. I'm wanting to write songs. I've written one that I'm not particularly proud of, and so I'm not really encouraged to write more that I will also not be proud of. But I'm getting bored of just learning other people's song. Conundrum. Any advice? (I can't think the word "conundrum" without thinking of Natalie Portman.)
Let's say something positive, Laura. I don't have class this Friday or next Monday. Holla. Another positive thing--I've discovered the joy of sleeping in the middle of my bed. I have a double bed, shared by no one, but I would still just sleep on one side of it. It's like I was waiting for someone to come home and occupy the second half of the bed. That's just silly. So last night, I slept in the middle and could stretch out and roll around every which way. It was freeing.
Here's something else freeing.
Rach and I learned how to fly last week.
And sorry if this crosses some sort of TMI line, but I really enjoy not wearing pants. In my apartment, not on the street.
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