Free Write Post
I have no idea where this post will lead. My fingers urge to write but by mind is loud and disorganized. As I write I can feel all the clutter being sorted into the folders of my mind.
I'm tired. My kids have been waking up at random hours of the night, and I've kickstarted myself back into daily workouts. My body aches, but I'm glad for it.
I'm excited for the summer. In the next three months I'll be traveling to New York City, West Point, Boston, Newport, Kennebunkport, Montpelier, Fort Jackson, Savannah, St. Augustine and Orlando. Goodness gracious that seems like a lot when you write it all out. I'm excited nevertheless. The last three summers I've been landlocked in Oregon. So much has happened over the last three years. I'm excited to get away for a while.
I don't want to pack anymore, but I can't wait to move. I've been procrastinating but I can't avoid it any longer. The moving truck gets here thursday and I need to pull myself up by my bootstraps and conquer the kitchen. It's a daunting task, but considering I've moved more than twenty times in my twenty-nine years of living, I'll survive it.
The past has been bugging me lately. Things I haven't thought about for years have been swirling in my mind, and I wish they would leave me alone. It's funny to me that the past has come and gone, but it is very much alive, and very much still present. There are some memories so acute, I feel like I could reach out and touch them.
I've started reading regularly again, and my oh my, does it feel good. As much as I love watching shows on Netflix or Hulu or Amazon, nothing excites me or captivaes me like reading.
That's the end of my rambling thoughts. My fingers feel better and my mind a little clearer. Until next time.