I am drinking a glass of subpar chocolate milk and I do not like it. 😐
I am pretty fastidious about the quality of my chocolate milk, so this bothers me. However, the fact that I, rather than my parents, purchase my own chocolate milk, is forcing me to drink the stuff. It’s one of the shallow reasons I wish I were still at home: if we had had this carton of milk there, I could have left it for my brother to drink.
Today will probably be the earliest I’ve gone to bed in about a week and a half. Yes, a whole week and a half. Let’s not discuss it. And I say “probably” because I’ve not yet actually gone to bed, so who knows how much longer I’ll be up, and doing what? I was up yesterday till almost four, because I’d journaled for about an hour and a half. It was amazing. I always forget how cathartic it is and then, once I return to it after a long break, I suddenly realized the healing power of journaling as though I’d never done it before, and consequently always wonder why on earth I ever stop. Journaling needs to be one of the last things to be cut on my priority list, not one of the first. If you have never tried it, you should, because even if it turns out not to be your thing, you can at least say you tried. And remember, you define how you journal, so don’t think you have to write a certain number of pages, or write a certain way, or even write at all. You could take a sketchbook and draw pictures or paste photographs that illustrate how you feel, and that would be a journal too. It wouldn’t work for me, but, we must remember, I am a words person. This reminds me, actually, of a poem I wrote, which I will share with you as soon as I can get my hands on a copy (since it’s probably saved on one of the two computers at my house, and of course I wouldn’t have been smart enough to save copies of my writing on my flash drive to transfer to my laptop. That would have required foresight).
But for now I’ll say good night, since it’s getting to be quite late.
I posted this to find my title read “Chocolate Mlik. Sleep. Journaling. Poetry.” I have never heard of mlik. Have you?
The poem I mentioned is called “My Thousand Words” and you can read it here.