we’ve become consumed with living our lives
that we forget to wonder
we forget to marvel at the fact
that we built this society from the earth
from the rubble and remains of the
“less than” and “inferior”
but look at her chest rise and fall
filling with warm air
and we are alive
we are breathing
a simple action and we exist
but why is that no longer something to marvel about
why is that no longer enough?
I was tagged on Tumblr for a writing challenge. I enjoyed it, so I thought I’d share it here.
The rules: go to page 7 of your WIP (work in progress), go to the seventh line, share seven sentences, and tag 7 more writer-bloggers to continue the challenge.
My fingers itched, longing to check my messages.
“I’m going to met up with some people. Smoke a joint. Want to come?”
Livia used the word addiction, but it wasn’t that. I just felt at home here, in this world.
“Earth to Kara. I swear, you’re going to burn a hole in your computer.”
Try the challenge for yourself and see what comes up!
Do you ever have those moments where you just lean back and wonder how you got here?
Some days I feel like I have the world at my fingertips. But other days, I feel like I’m stuck in a pattern and this is it. There’s nothing else. I’m sure you can guess which day I’m having. And it’s easier to settle into those patterns because the weight of pessimism sits heavier on the shoulders.
So instead of talking about change, or trying to feel the potential, maybe it’s time to make a change. Go back to school. Move somewhere different. Find the place I belong, the place I feel content.
Someone once told me that it just takes 30 seconds of insane bravery to make a change. Just close your eyes, push that button, send that email. 30 seconds.
So what would you do with your 30 seconds?
I have trouble getting started with something. As a writer, I keep a creative journal, trying to make myself write a little each day.
I love starting a new journal. Those crisp, white, clean page, a blank canvas ready to be covered with words. I look at those pictures of smash-books and think “I want something like that.”
Then I write the first word and it looks like shit….
Where do I go from there? Obviously, I start a new journal. A fresh start. You see, I have trouble making it past that first page.
I looked back at my blog the other day and wanted to do the same thing. I wanted to start over, start fresh. Maybe it will be better the fourth time around.
But this is me not starting over. My once-new journal is now smeared in words I don’t like and the organization flew out the window fifteen pages back.
In life, it’s so easy to look back at what’s happened and want a fresh start. But each day, we just keep moving forward. That’s all we can do. So let’s move forward.
Welcome to a new year on the same old, musty blog!