Saturday, September 29, 2012

Here's the thing about blogs. 

There's such a pull between public and private. When I've had a bad day, I tend to write less, and I don't really know what you guys see when you read all these things. Poetry? The truth is that more often than not I go to bed feeling a little guilty about the TV I watched and the ice cream I ate and the times I let myself feel petty towards the people I love. 

My life is not poetic. My words are, sometimes. But it's easy to beat myself up about that. To beat myself up about not living a more poetic life. For not doing more. Writing more. Photographing more. Posting more meaningful blogs. 

Here I am, talking about my blog, on my blog, again. Isn't that some sort of taboo? 

I'm not sure where this is going, except maybe to say that I am leading a normal life and often feel averagely defeated. Not in a dramatic way. In a normal way. 


  1. I think acknowledging those little pesky things makes you out of the ordinary. So many people walk through life in a daze, and it seems to me that you are doing the exact opposite.


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