In The Interest of Motion

Today I learned how many candles we keep in our home. It’s a pretty good amount. And tomorrow is an adventure, too. When there’s enough seratonin pumping through my skull keeping the corners of my mouth turned upward, the adventure keeps me curious.

This is my dog resting his little fluffy body at the end of my bed. He keeps lifting his head over his shoulder and shooting me nasty looks for typing loudly.

I’d Like To Be Less Of A Creep.

That popular advice, about being one’s unfiltered self, is such a mess of a thing to say to someone like me.

mineral blue eyes and bright hair; that big red man made me smile.

Boo

A great breeze has been blowing on everything in this town, cooling it all off. I like it because I can sleep through the night, and my bedding doesn’t get heaped into a ball on the floor.

I stopped taking those anxti-anxiety pills, so I’ve noticed the little pinpricks of fear and nervousness creeping around, ready to jab when I seem weak enough. It’s a little different now, though, because I remember what it felt like with the medicine; even and free. So I’m thinkin’ I’ve got more control this time around. Being able to at least identify when those troubles appear…I could ignore them, like if ghosts were stomping around, trying to scare me.

So Far Today

I got a job, ran a mile, and juiced 4 big carrots and 1 big apple into a glass for my lunch. If only my sister would watch ‘keeping up with the kardashians’ at a lower volume, we’d really have something here.