Wednesday, August 12, 2015
at the end of a long day
So...at the end of a very long and discouraging work day, I decided it was time to clear my head and crack open the journal (which hasn't been opened since July 4. gulp). After hitting up my favorite coffee shop and then changing locations twice (lack of air conditioning/too many smokers at the first place and some seriously creepy homeless dudes at the second), I headed for what we locals call the "trail." Formerly a railroad track, this mile-and-a-half, linear park is my go-to for an after work walk/run, but this time I needed the space for some serious mental rejuvenation. I found a secluded spot with a bench and some much needed shade and wrote. And wrote. And wrote. It was a productive hour of pouring out the craziness that seems to be my life and (hopefully) putting a few things into perspective. Writing has always been cathartic for me, so the question is why don't I journal more often? It takes times and effort and sometimes I venture into uncomfortable territory, but it's always worth it in the end. Perhaps I'll make a last-quarter-of-the-year resolution to journal more.
Or perhaps things will continue as they are, and I'll turn to writing as a get-me-out-of-this-insane-mess last resort.
Time will tell. Whatever I choose, tonight was lovely, and I think I even managed to clear my head. Mission accomplished.
Photo: I have absolutely no idea what these little white balls are called, but I thought they were quite lovely.