The Smiths is stuck in my head, which immediately makes me think of 500 Days of Summer. I constantly try to show people this movie because it both makes me sad and reminds me that some things fit and some things don’t.
Emotionally, I feel better. I Keep needing to remind myself that the quiet is good, too.
Maybe I should check in with my family, but I am worried. They live in Southern California and are fortunately not affected by the fires. But, I have not really checked in how they are specifically doing. Sometimes that can feel too heavy. Avoiding them in that way feels like cowardice. Some people call it ‘protecting their peace.’ Every so often I agree with that sentiment. The world does not just go away. Even if when I receive news lapses time, it does not make it any less true. But, sometimes there are better times to absorb information.
As I am sharing this website with more people I feel vulnerable but also like individuals need to be selective if they want to know what is going on with me. Its a public look into my life, but only for those who choose to come and find it.
It does not feel as convoluted as Instagram. Which, of course, I have and it is linked here. I think it is valuable, but the information here needs to be sought out. And readers must deal with my ramble.
Writing here makes it a lot easier for me to be alone, too, even if no one reads it.
I’m tired and lonely and I want to go to bed.
11:17pm