Okay, so this is new. It’s November and like each year I see my reader flooding with so many amazing posts in response to the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). I’ve come across variants but this ‘post a blog each day’ sort of had me the very first time I read through it. It’s called the National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo). Seemed simpler than writing a novel yet this would get me in touch with my writing so much more. I’ve decided to take the challenge and see how far I can go with it. I am running into it with all my heart and with bundles of hope that I’ll make it to the end.
2017 is almost coming to an end, I told myself that this would be a year of change- beginnings- listening to my heart more often.
You guessed it right! None of it happened.
Then some days ago I thought I’ll take up NaBloPoMo, maybe that’ll be my change.
This will be my beginning; beginning to do more of what soothes my soul; beginning to something that makes my dedication towards writing stronger.
Today, on my way back from work I was wondering what I’d write about. I was clueless and I still am. Also, I am clueless about the days to come. This is pure ranter with a curtained hope that it will blossom into meaningful sentences and beautiful phrases. Writing that talks to someone out there. Writing that talks to you.
I have my hopes mounted on the Everest! (fingers crossed)
Happy blogging you all. Let’s see if this end takes me to a new beginning.
Want to know more about it? Ra explained it pretty neat here!
Today was strange. I woke up a little different.
Last night I slept on a different side of my bed, hoping I would get up a different person…I am not sure if that’s the reason I feel bizarre today.
I got up and I ran 3.5 km with music blasting in my head. I saw an adorable dog on my way back and I stopped and petted him for a while; his name was Bolton. I looked up at his owner and wondered why he would name such a sweetheart Bolton…out of all the possible names on this Earth. Later I laughed at it again because it wasn’t actually such a terrible name after all; Bolton got me thinking about Ramsay Bolton somehow. I thought about Duke and Lucy and how I miss them so much. Then a random Instagram post popped up in my head-
After, I felt a little better and smiled to myself. Also, I skipped my breakfast today instead added ten extra minutes of music and crazy dancing. Then hogged over lunch like anything.
I’m trying to work on myself; smile more, show more kindness to others and self; do what makes me feel positive about my life. Let’s see how it goes (fingers crossed).
Hope you are thinking about your life and smiling by yourself this very moment 🙂
Sending you much of love,
The Other Someone.
Hope you are doing fine.
I have been away from my usual routine for a while now. Life has been different. Not the good kind of different though.
I saw this little pup the other day…roadside near a vehicle repair shop. It was a everything-is-screaming type of day. Wind howling, trees swaying to an extent like they would all break and die. The sky dark and darker every minute. Clouds closing in as if they’ve eaten up the light. A dark grey sheet above the world. On a general note, I am in love with storms, they render a sense of peace. However, this one was different, everything was negative about it. Back to the pup, it was a tiny one. Probably just a few months old. I looked at him…my hair all wild and full of dust. It was trying to sneek behind a big tyre resting against the wall. It shreiked and sneeked behind it, probably pretty scared of me. Away from the wind and the world. It slowly adjusted and found solace behind the tyre. Unable to see the world. The storm. The gaint scary human. Trying to sleep and let the storm pass.
Later, I couldn’t sleep that night. I would close my eyes and see that little pup tucked behind the tyre, eyes shut tight.
I want to do the same.
Find my safe and just close my eyes.
We all want that sometimes, when the storms are so scary.
Have you found your safe place? I hope you have.
Sending you love.
The Other Someone.
How have you been? How is life?
I hope things are going well for you.
I hope you are genuinely happy. When you smile…your soul smiles. When you laugh you get laugh lines at the corners of your twinkling eyes. You achieve whatever you are looking for.
I hope you have a lovely family someday and when you look at them your eyes tear up with joy because you see your entire world right there.
I wish you sound health and peace of mind; amazing trips and experiences. I wish you the entire world cause eternity knows you deserve every bit of it.
And when you hit a sad phase, may you have all the strength you need to gather yourself and piece things back together. Always remember, that you are everything it takes and so much more. I hope that through time…your kind and humble heart stays intact. I hope it continues to love.
The world is blessed to have you. It needs your kindness.
Wishing you all things good.
The Other Someone
Licking the edge of the spoon she wiped clean the cream then got up and moved close to the mirror, staring at her reflection. She opened her mouth and began examining her tongue for all the colors from the rainbow cake she just hogged over. There was blue and red and a hint of pink somewhere…her lips formed a sweet curve and in an instant the shine in her eyes turned liquid.
It has been a considerable amount of time…and it does not appear to be helping. She has this feeling of emptiness, loss, confusion. Sort of unrest…her soul stirring like a whirlpool. CHAOS.
Not the kind that you like, neither the one that can be used to lift oneself up.
A whirlpool sucks things inside… it just knows how to consume and who knows what’s lost when you are trapped in it.
She called her mom and cried silently – just a little.
Trapped and consumed are the words to begin with. Craziness and pain a little ahead.
A simple life, no tragedies glorified.
Whirlpools, tsunamis, thunder storms.
None of it stands justified.
– Do we really need to justify pain?
- Her shoes heavy, full of dirt – from the soccer field, just had her best game ever!
- His blotched white shirt – a canvas as beautiful as his masterpiece!
- The window pane thick with grime – helped her get that award winning shot!
- His hands…all stained, blue with ink – his ultimate piece of writing made him cry!
What did the filth get you?
PS: I don’t like how we label and classify words. Words can’t be classified as good or bad, it’s just a matter of choice; how you wish to string them together.