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I wasn’t finished living yesterday, so of course I’m not ready for today, and tomorrow is just completely out of the question. And yet…

Tomorrow comes regardless of our desire for a new day. Calendars appear stationary but they are always plotting and scheming, collecting tiny scratch marks and new pictures to entice us into revealing the next month. It’s such a dirty trick, using our love of cute puppies and cats and sexy shirtless firemen to reveal a sudden (but not really sudden) 27-31 day shift in time. A full moon cycle has passed, and the sun has been staying out either progressively longer or progressively shorter depending on the season, and 6 new songs have hit the top of the Top 40 countdown with Ryan Seacrest, and somehow you’ve managed to stay absolutely the same, in blubbery body to fractured mind all the way down to the microscopic pieces your heart shattered into because of course you are a heart-broken fool. You’re an American raised on Nicholas Sparks and John Green novels, reruns of How I met your Mother and The Titanic, and pop song after pop song making love into the only thing even worth living for, so OF COURSE you are a heartbroken idiot! This is in your DNA at this point, the only logical conclusion to this crash course called “the early to mid twenties”.


I believe all people are bits and pieces, and throughout life we can gather pieces from others or give some of ours away. Some people are only out to take everything they can, while others will give until they have nothing left, but most of us fall in between. And yet there are those people who will defy all logic and simply toss there pieces into the trash, for nobody and nothing at all. I don't know if it's possible to get back those pieces that have been thrown away, but this blog is all about my journey, to try and find out if someone who threw away everything for nothing can find something, or anything at all...I'm just looking for a reason to keep on living.

5 thoughts on “I wasn’t finished living yesterday, so of course I’m not ready for today, and tomorrow is just completely out of the question. And yet…

  1. You are that long walk off a short pier.
    Slow motion car crash.
    I can’t not look!
    If you attach to things in this vortex then of course you are yanked apart.
    Love your mind.
    The solitary castaway center.
    It needs your love.
    Make your loves of this vortex into messages in a bottle. Let them drift free.
    “Blog me up, Scotty!”


    1. Life does feel very much like it’s in slow motion, but lately things have felt like they are speeding up. Now I’m just waiting to get “blogged” up! (Can’t believe I’ve never thought of that! I love Star Trek!)


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