It feels like my brain might burst with all the things stirring in it these days. Or maybe that’s just who I am. The ideas, the questions, the hypotheses, the plans… I am taking things in at a mile a minute and wanting to produce even faster. What factors are driving the latest idea dump?
That itch is still there. The itch to keep writing. I feel like I have something to say.
I can feel my degree within reach, and of course that leads to my next question of — What am I going to do with all that “free” time? (Ha, ha)
I’ve been thinking a lot about people lately. No, too broad. I’ve been thinking a lot about strangers recently. Yes, strangers. There’s something about a random interaction with a stranger that can sometimes light up my day.
Take the lady at the Dry Cleaners last week. I was cracking up at the fact that she was in a down coat, and a summer dress. I was jealous of the down coat because I left any sort of cardigan of mine at home… and was left in a sundress.
Or, my the woman who cuts my hair. I ADORE her. I see her once, maybe twice a year. But it feels like we’re old pals.
I’ve heard a lot of stories of courage lately. I’m not sure if that’s because my loved ones are doing more courageous things, or because I’ve been paying closer attention to it. Probably a combination of both.