Hey, look! I'm a cool kid! I won a pair of TOMS from Rachel and they are, quite frankly, the best thing. I get it now. I do. It's like they were made for my feet, and my feet are eternally grateful. The day I got them, I went for a 45 minute walk around the neighborhood (I like to pretend house-shop) and I didn't even have to break these shoes in. Glorious!
In other news, I keep trying to come up with something decent to post, but I'm just out of words for the time being. Odd, isn't it? I keep thinking that maybe this is a season of life during which I should rediscover my written journal and just let all my thoughts spill out onto the paper—without wondering or worrying how they will come across, or whether or not I'm doing the moment or memory justice. Without censoring myself or holding back the things I truly want to express. I know that part of the problem is that I'm over-thinking the whole thing, but still. Something that used to be so easy and natural now feels a little bit awkward and forced.
One of my favorite things to do is to go through my old online journals (yes, from the days before the word "blog" was familiar to anyone and everyone). It's like visiting myself...my younger self. I am thankful for those early years of writing so purely and without any other reason aside from just needing to. I've been blogging for ten years. Ten years. An entire decade of silly stories and wistful meanderings and other bits and pieces of my life. Some eloquent, most not. Writing has been my way of working through thoughts and emotions, my creative outlet, my familiar place to escape at the end of the day.
I miss writing here, and I'm waiting for the spark to return. The whole thing is a little silly, and hard to put into words, really. I guess that I'm just not sure whether I "fit" in this space anymore. So, there you go.
In any case, life is good, I'm sleeping more (thank you, Eisley!), and I ate approximately nine cookies worth of cookie dough this afternoon. Suffice to say, I may or may not need to wear yoga pants the rest of the day.