Breathe in, Breathe out

Lats Friday was a low point for me. Without realizing it, I had a million things I had to do that week, and all of them required the passion and attention of a Monet painting. A little over-exaggerated, yes, but nonetheless when Friday afternoon hit me, I was ready to melt into a puddle on my floor.

The weekend was spent quietly and introspectively, and this week I decided to finally get out and feel something, anything again. And when I saw Okkervil River at St. Eds, it was like an emotional water ride that wouldn't stop for the next rider.

Through all of this, I decided I can't stop doing the one thing I love. I can never stop writing. Not for anything or anyone. I just need a new way to write. And the chances to make a difference and write something spectacular is everywhere. I just have to find it and feel it.

So I bought a recorder and new pens, and you better believe I'm out for blood.