I'm sorry it's been so long. At least I think it's been a long time. I don't really remember. I have had a constant stream of busy and I really want to crash. Actually I want to eat. Why isn't there food in front of me?
Writing has been sporadic, but it's been going. I haven't written every day, but I've written a lot on the days that I've written.
So this photographer asked me to go with her as a reporter to a city in west Texas called Marfa, which is basically a dairy queen and these things called the Marfa lights (google them). I didn't end up getting to go, because apparently my editors needed me here, but I would've been covering a group of students going to this festival called El Cosmico, and I went to the festival's website and there was this paragraph about this thing called m, and I couldn't figure out what the hell it meant.
I mean, obviously m means morning in Spanish. And if you didn't know that, then that's what it means. But reading through the paragraph, I felt like it was something entirely different. They were talking about finding m and believing in m, and I was like what the fuck is m? Is it part of the Marfa lights? and then it hit me. They were talking about remembering that tomorrow would come. m meant tomorrow.
I think it stuck in my mind so much because I remembered high school me, who honestly really wasn't that different, I don't think? But the thing is, I wasn't stressed then. I never was, because if I had a huge assignment due the next day but I was too tired to finish it, it didn't bother me to just go to sleep and figure it out in the morning. I never had issues with sleeping on it. If something sucked, my mantra was basically "in a few hours, things will be fine." I think I forgot my m. I'm glad El Cosmico reminded me!
Oh, and the Marfa lights are really cool.
I'm not really a fan of DQ, though.
My stomach is rumbling. Today was long, and I wrote a story about an educational owl. I am happier than I have been in a while. I think I'm going to sleep soon.
I hope your dreams are beautiful,
P.S. people who shouldn't care about me but do will not cease to surprise me. I am obsessed with kindness.
P.S.S. sorry it's just another picture of my face. or plural pictures, I guess. whatev.
Also, I posted this the day after I wrote it, because the night I wrote it, I was too tired to press the post button. <3 @ you.