Happy = Uninspired
Isn’t it funny how you are the most uninspired to write when you’re happy? How whenever things are going your way, you just don’t feel like you have anything good to say? Or maybe that’s just me… But lately, my posts have lacked enthusiasm. I’ve been posting more pictures and videos than actual words. When I do post words, they aren’t very interesting. And I’m going to blame it all on being happy. As silly as that sounds, my best writing usually stems from aggravation, sorrow, or being completely irrate. Without any of those feelings… I’m left without much to say. At least on my blog.
It feels weird to say this, but please forgive me for being happy. Well, not for being happy, but for the lack of inspiration I have when I’m happy. But the fact is, I’m just so happy to be back in Chicago, living in my old apartment, hanging out with my roommates, spending more time with my family, seeing the skyline everytime I drive down Lakeshore Drive, knowing I have a nephew that will be here in just a few short months, excited to start grad school… and other things that I choose not to write about. I must be completely nauseating to everyone around me as I skip around the apartment, singing, and smiling about everything.
But I’m here, and I’m trying. I’ve been working on this post for about half an hour now hoping I would magically have really cool things to write about. But nope, not happening.
I’m sorry guys… but at least I’m smiling, right?
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