It's 1:30 A.M. and honestly...I've been trying to write this thing all day.
I've stared at this white box, typing and then erasing words, not really finding the right thing to say.
And then I realized that this is a blog. It's not some BS'd college essay that needs to be stressed over, peer-edited, and marked with red ink. I don't have to over-analyze it like I do everything else. I can start typing and let my mind kind of wander off and find a cool place to settle down.
It's a little like Where the Wild Things Are. My mind can just go crazy and I can think up whatever I want to.
I know I'm not some little kid who gets sent to his room without supper and dreams of a land with misshapen creatures, but everyone needs a place for their imagination to run wild.
I've stared at this white box, typing and then erasing words, not really finding the right thing to say.
And then I realized that this is a blog. It's not some BS'd college essay that needs to be stressed over, peer-edited, and marked with red ink. I don't have to over-analyze it like I do everything else. I can start typing and let my mind kind of wander off and find a cool place to settle down.
It's a little like Where the Wild Things Are. My mind can just go crazy and I can think up whatever I want to.
I know I'm not some little kid who gets sent to his room without supper and dreams of a land with misshapen creatures, but everyone needs a place for their imagination to run wild.
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