What am I doing with myself? Succeeding in being a lazy ass, that’s what. I’m so lazy I keep putting off updating my blog. But — here I am!
‘Yolo’ is such a strange term. I always have the urge to give it a good yell accompanied by a wonderfully self-assured up-down hand motion as if dunking a basketball. Like a cool(ish) way of saying ‘hello!’, only it doesn’t even mean that.
I unearthed folders of old material recently while looking for something. It’s the weirdest, happiest, sometimes cringe-inducing, experience to look back at remnants of the past. I found myself asking, “Did I seriously write that?! Did I really think of that??” I hope to any higher power that I never forget those times, though. It’s kind of my worst fear — to forget the small things. But it’s already happening.
I’m really kind of afraid of losing my passion for things. I don’t think it’s something I can escape by virtue of the fact that I’m naturally obsessive about things, but passion ebbs. It loses its power and force sometimes. I want to be motivated by an irrepressible enthusiasm and a love that knows no bounds.
Today I proposed something to my brother about my future and it sounded kind of crazy coming out of my mouth, but I was absolutely insistent about it. I’ve loved being able to flex my writing muscles this year, but I feel that not only can I do so much more, I just have the strongest urge to break away from everything that I’ve known and everything I’m so comfortable with. It’s time to stretch myself and see what I can do beyond that. It’s probably going to take some time, but why in the world should that matter, I say.
The inspired tone that streaked through that little piece might have something to do with the fact that Life in Technicolour ii is currently playing on my iTunes. …And now it’s done, and Dark Shines is playing. That completely changed the mood, so off I go.
Yolo! (You should know I dunked the basketball)
