November
11 was Ashley's birthday, we met with friends and family for
breakfast. I had 'the best waffle.' It was tasty, when you bit into
it- it melted in your mouth. It melted in my mouth. I usually don't
get waffles at breakfast places. But since it was a birthday
celebration I was inclined to. Any who I'm writing in the kitchen or
dinning room or living room. I'm not sure what to call it because we
live in a small apartment. Everything feels like 'one' inside our
apartment. But I like small living spaces- they feel cozy.
The issue I'm having is: writing in front of people. It feels pretentious. But I'm trying to make it a routine. Make daily writing as important as a shower or even as breathing; 'journaling especially.' I put it on the back burner though. I don't want to write-- but I do it because I need to express myself. What if writing, typing or some form of art is like riding a bike or taking a shower? It's just part of life and not a chore. Can you imagine not doing it? I mean I'm putting myself out there. It can be uncomfortable.
The issue I'm having is: writing in front of people. It feels pretentious. But I'm trying to make it a routine. Make daily writing as important as a shower or even as breathing; 'journaling especially.' I put it on the back burner though. I don't want to write-- but I do it because I need to express myself. What if writing, typing or some form of art is like riding a bike or taking a shower? It's just part of life and not a chore. Can you imagine not doing it? I mean I'm putting myself out there. It can be uncomfortable.
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