Well, I guess I've been sitting here, bored out of my mind. I can only imagine that you are too. Why else would you have spared time for The Stars? Puts us all in the same boat. I'm tempted to call it 'Titanic', but we certainly don't make up a large enough crowd. 'Minute' seems a more appropriate name.
10.38pm on a Saturday night, Superstar in my ears, brightlit screen in front of me, and I can't think of anything more interesting or more relevant to say. Maybe it's uni, driving the creative spark out of me. Maybe it's me, driving the spark out of my creativity. Either way, I only keep typing to see a fuller paragraph.
Maybe I just need to take 5 minutes to pull my socks up, suck it in, breathe out easy, and move on. Take life as is, for what it is, make the most of what comes my way. Try not to take the easy way out. Try not to avoid what I ought not. Try to do more than the minimum requirement. Learn to control myself, be more patient, less quick to be frustrated. Think about how I'm managing to put off doing any of that just by way of writing at The Stars for the first time in nearly two months. Like a diet, I'll start my plan on Monday.
In another breath, I ought to say semester one ended 3/4 happy. I hope semester two ends 5/5 happy. Or at least 5/5 happy enough.
You know what I like? Sunshine.
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