The Art of the Journey

I think the beauty in books is the ability to sink into the story, and immerse yourself into another world, another time, or even another dimension. But today I thought to myself, it has been so long since I have been able to sit and enjoy reading through a book from cover to cover. To read and re-read thoughtful passages, pause to contemplate new thoughts, and let the mind run free, uninterrupted, on a lazy Sunday morning where both coffee and time is meant to slow down. 

But it hasn't been slow for a long time. The constant movement and hustle of everyday life makes it so difficult to be able to sit and reflect at times, that I found myself running on fumes for weeks on end, pausing only for sleep or the occasional classic MIA. If you know, you know.

But today I decided I need to allow myself the time and space for me, to be able to express freely whatever I need to, as an outlet, for me to plug in to (lol yes I thought that was funny) and just be able to see thoughts outside of me instead of buried somewhere inside and eventually lost or forgotten. 

So here we are. This is the first time writing an online blog for me in a while, so it might be chaotic, or magical. Hopefully both. Definitely not neither. I don't want to lose the art of writing and putting thoughts on paper, or I suppose, a screen, especially in the days of Chatgpt writing everything for us. I promised myself this blog section will be nothing more or less than my own musings, free to do whatever they please. Like the good old xanga days. 😂

I already feel better. 

-rm.