Instead, all I got is this picture of an oil painting.
What up, Internet. How goes it? How do we feel about capitalizing “internet”?
I told you I didn’t know what to write.
Here’s the thing, there is too much to say. So let me sum up.
I feel like I’ve lost myself these past few years. Or more honestly, I realize and acknowledge I have lost myself a bit the past few years. And I’m slowly getting back to me. Or rather, I’m slowly going forward towards me? I mean, I’ve changed, so I can’t go back entirely, but I feel like I’m working towards getting the essential bits of Christine back. And part of that is writing. And blogging. And I want to do it, I just don’t know if I have the words. Or sometimes I have the words, but I don’t want to do it. You know what I mean?
I don’t have the words today, and I don’t really feel like I should be doing this today, but when the hell else am I supposed to start something? When my to-do list is checked off and all my “to-read” books have been marked as “read” on GoodReads and I feel content and accomplished and my Netflix queue is clear and I don’t have a sewing project I should be doing and my room is clean and tidy? I don’t live in an Instagram fantasy world, do you? I’m just sitting at my desk, staring out the window, except it’s nighttime so I’m really just staring at a reflection of myself and if I wanted to make some kind of meaningful metaphor from it I probably could, but that is so boring.
I ran out of words. I’ll see you on the Twittersphere.
~ME
I do live in an Instagram fantasy world. This is why I had to get a cat, Christine. Current filter: Mayfair.
Glad you’re coming back to yourself, friendy. I like yourself.
Also, you could have used this gif: http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkqkezPjVa1qiauu9o1_500.gif
I’m just here to help.
Christine! You might not know the words to say but that picture sums it up perfectly! Welcome back, friend. Me, Jesse and Mulan are always here for you.