Not really feeling in the mood to be productive. I danced the vacuum around the livingroom, with my head full of good ideas, for writing my story. I was chatting with this woman at a party recently, who was all about telling your story.
It makes you who you are.
Geez, what if your story is really boring, or sad, and boring and pathetic.
Anyway I do feel like telling my story would be good, or even maybe thearaputic, but I feel so silly doing stuff like this, that it blocks my process. It feels self indulgent and selfish, which I was raised to believe are deadly sins.
but who is looking, or judging?
So I think I will use this space to ramble and tell my story and bore the shit out of any reader who may stumble along by accident.