Reblogged from the Snapshots blog by YouMuttonMeCrazy.
May was wasted on me, where writing is concerned. Experiences and work, on the other hand weren’t in short supply.
I find myself sitting on the couch again, the boobtube threatening to suck me in. You work, do something social and when you get home you are tired. Writing seems a daunting task. Weekend comes and you are faced with more social obligations, some of them in spectacular places, some of them too good to forget but too packed to remember in any detail. Yeah, May was a write-off but June can still be saved. Setting myself some writing projects is the name of the game. Break free from May, into June.
The first time I experience freedom was when I asked if my mom would give me a lift to my friend’s house and she replied with a casual, “Take your bike.” I suddenly realised I could go places on my own. Of course there were limits, don’t go across the main roads and stuff like that. Naturally I still had to let them know where I was going, but I was free.
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I hope you read all of this piece.
And I hope the author doesn’t feel compelled to thank me for posting. I don’t need that. I just like the writing and hope he keeps at it. That’s thanks enough.