Hot Mess

Every day, something.

Even if it’s small, something every day.

That’s what I’ve been telling myself lately. Even if I only do it one day a week, putting a soda back in the fridge and grabbing cranberry juice. Cooking instead of Taco Bell. Going to the gym. Making myself go out and be social. Making myself write something.

Something, every day.

A wise woman once told me that you have to control your creative energy; you have to harness it, because energy can’t be created or destroyed.. But you have to do something with it before it burns you up. It’s crazy how similar destructive energies and creative energies are — they’re almost like two phases in alternating current. Hrm.

Hindsight is 20/20, I suppose.

Hey there, pretty girl, why won’t you look me in the eye?
Of course you won’t, you’re here with him. The disposable guy.
Still I can hardly blame you, why wouldn’t you be?
There’s probably not much difference between him and me..
But even if I thought I could, I wouldn’t try to steal you away.
Cause you see, it’s the parade I’m after, no, I won’t bring the rain
Looks like I’ve gotta find another you to catch my eye another day.
Can’t you see? Look, look at what you do to me. 

Some days are better than others. Many things, today.