It’s Wednesday evening, and I’d love to write a thoughtful, well-written post, but I just don’t have any words right now. I’m sleepy and frustrated with myself and generally feeling quite blah.
So for now I will savor things like coffee doctored with coconut oil and maple syrup, lying outside on my back with a little boy as we have a conversation with the tree we’re under, and the golden light as it fades through the trees in the late afternoon.
Also, you should do yourself a favor and read Stop Overemphasizing Your Weaknesses and Other Lessons. Erika consistently hits it out of the park with documenting her personal growth and practicing authenticity, and my goodness does she say it all so well. This is the kind of stuff I wish I was writing lately, when I find myself so full of incoherence.
In reference to the MLK quote above, do you think we’re all connected? Do you believe that everyone is an entity unto themselves? Where do our thoughts and feelings end and those of the people we’re closest to begin? I’d love to hear your ideas on this, if you’re open to sharing.
We’re all strangers connected by what we reveal, what we share, what we take away– our stories. I guess that’s what I love about books– they are thin strands of humanity that tether us to one another for a small bit of time, that make us feel less alone or even more comfortable with our aloneness, if need be. –Libba Bray