Today’s been a long day, and I’m not sure I have the mental energy for a proper post, but let’s see where stream of consciousness writing gets me.
…. Wherein I sat for five minutes staring blankly at my tablet, willing thoughts to be thunk.
Is “thunk” a word? Quite probably not. I may be a little too tired to really make a post that makes any sense.
Nonsense is a fantastic place to write from, I think. The silly thoughts and rambling “bunny trails” of my conscious mind is a fascinating place.
Within the last few years, I’ve realized that my often child-like nature isn’t actually a bad thing. Why would I want to change that about myself? I see things more fully than other people. I wonder at things. I get excited about things. I have been known to emit high-pitched noises when confronted with something fuzzy, fluffy, or just downright adorable.
There have been times in my life when someone has attempted to stifle that part of me. I refuse to be stifled. If you cannot handle that I get very happy when I see kittens, or I laugh quite loudly when I find something particularly funny, that is not actually my problem to solve. Getting mad at me isn’t going to change me. I’m done changing for other people at this point in my life.
I am me. Take me or leave me, love me or don’t.
I think that’s a good place to leave it for now. It may be bedtime.