I just read an article in the Sun magazine. It was about a spiritual man. I can never read an article in the Sun from start to finish. I just don’t have the attention span. It was a deep article…surprise surprise. Most of the Sun stuff is pretty darn deep.
It made me think about how I live my life. I would consider myself a deep thinker and a calm person, but I get so caught up in the things that don’t matter. I used to not be this way. I was what they called the last of the free spirits. When did this spirit die? Is she really dead or dormant? Now I am responsible and have a mortgage. Does this mean my free spirit days are over? Who knows. I am just rambling. Blogging. Even blogging seems foreign to me. I usually journal on the computer almost everyday, but since I started blogging I censor what I am saying because someone will read it.
But after I journal on the computer I deeply want someone to read it. Where is the sense in that? Some of my best writing comes when I know nobody will read it. The inner critic is off and I am on. The inside me. The lights are on and the soul is home.
Ramble…ramble…ramble on.
