Guess what I just found? On a random impulse, I decided to check behind the stuff that I store under my top-bunk bed. Besides all the cruft that tends to accumulate pretty much everywhere in a typical teenager's bedroom, I found two books, two bedsheets, two pairs of sweatpants, and three t-shirts - including the t-shirt. The very one I bemoaned the loss of in the previous blog post. I've heard about the beneficial effects of recording one's thoughts in a journal, but I've never experienced such immediate results from it. But then again, the Internet is a rather instantaneous medium.
A rather mundane summer has taken its toll on me, and this is exactly the sort of magic I needed to make me believe in myself again. And that's "believe in" in all of its myriad meanings. I've lately been having a vague feeling of universal doubt, like that indifferent fog we sometimes get out here in Western Washington, but it's just been completely burned away by this bit of 3AM sunshine.
Woot! Score one for the Universe. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to go start winning at life again.
A rather mundane summer has taken its toll on me, and this is exactly the sort of magic I needed to make me believe in myself again. And that's "believe in" in all of its myriad meanings. I've lately been having a vague feeling of universal doubt, like that indifferent fog we sometimes get out here in Western Washington, but it's just been completely burned away by this bit of 3AM sunshine.
Woot! Score one for the Universe. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to go start winning at life again.