I'm testing here and there posts where I don't alert social media, and feel I might post random thoughts like this more often. The good thing is I wouldn't feel anxiety about having to post the notification on all my social media outlets.
Takes a lot of pressure off me when I just want to get a few thoughts off my mind quickly.
So I got to thinking about if I'm spreading myself too thin.
And come to think of it, the first part of this post does deal with this a bit.
All those social media sites I feel I have to alert of when I have a thought. Some thoughts should just be thrown onto the blog without fanfare.
But it's not just that. Then there's making YouTube videos, and creating content for Instagram, like billboards (that's what I call them). Guess they're thumbnails on YouTube.
It can become overwhelming and I'm here to write, right?
I'm in the cafe writing, thinking about what I could possibly write for the blog. I have a pretty decent session with a story I'm tinkering with and then realize the time. I get up to go and just after pushing through the revolving doors, I see this. I've talked about this before. There's a movie called The Secret. It's very interesting how things can come to you if you just think about them. As that story went, I had just finished the movie on my phone on the train into work when I looked up and saw a billboard that said STOP WAITING. The movie had just been talking about noticing the signs.
The really strange thing about this sign, a wooden billboard with the words maybe painted on, was that I never saw it again after that day.
Very strange. It was such a funny occurrence. I couldn't believe it. There was the sign I'd been looking for. Sometimes we have to see these things to have it sink in. So here I am, the holidays are getting close, and I have nothing…
What do you write about when you have nothing to write about?
I remember as a kid having my favorite toy. When guests would come over, I'd grab that favorite toy and present it proudly. This is my toy, look, it represents what I feel about myself as a kid, and I'm proud of it. Of course (well, maybe) the adult never understood all the underlying connotations the toy represented. That toy would never get used the way I wanted to use it, but I liked it. Loved it. Something about it, as if I could see into the future and all was okay, it was an alright place.
It embodied something about myself, gave me a brief window into my adult years of thought.
Yeah yeah, it was just a toy, I know. I would look at it and want to play with it, but never have the chance. And when I did it didn't live up to what I thought it would. Of course eventually the yearning fizzled out and new toys were had. But that toy was remembered, for the most part. I guess just having it was the great thing, kno…