LatelyTuesday, July 23, 2013
Things have been a bit, well, shit. My mum is having more treatment, again, which means she'll soon be bald, again. My body has been behaving traitorously in numerous ways, most recently by puffing my tonsils up like popcorn. Our neighbourhood went on fire. Twice. And some other things. And a few more things. And, and, and. Bla, bla, bla.
While life has been stabbing me and my tonsils with the pricks of a thousand tiny needles, I've been wrapping myself in every soft thing I can find. I pull my words close like a blanket. Writing candidly feels like nakedness, writing fluff feels like a cop-out. So I write nothing. I read nothing. I feel nothing, or so I like to tell myself.
In the end, the simple pleasures are what save me. Bright colours on a sunny day. Friends from afar, bearing Pop-Tarts and penises (don't worry, they were free range). Skipping and shrieking into the North Sea, with only two dogs and handful of bewildered tourists for company. The final countdown to a dear friend's wedding. And did I mention the Pop-Tarts?
I'm still choosing my words carefully, weighing up which ones I can spare. Writing means thinking, and my thoughts have been otherwise occupied lately. Occupied with very important things, of course; like imagining ways to surf Pinterest for a living, and setting up Smidgen's Instagram account because apparently I'm now that level of crazy. (Seriously though, you should follow her. She's very photogenic.)
Other, less ridiculous thoughts are jostling their way to the surface. The words will follow. I'm almost sure of it. Stick around, won't you?
Failed Opportunities print by JenniPenni