When inspiration abandons me – which happens every so often that has become mildly annoying, I’m going after it. I try everything because I’m all out of ego on the matter. Most of the times, I try to lure it back with chocolate cookies.
Lately I’ve been delving into poetry. Mostly reading, but sometimes writing, too. I torture my friends with my 3am inspirations and first drafts of poems that I wrote on jotterpad when sleep wouldn’t come, but I don’t regret it because it’s fun, and because it makes sense.
The poetry out there is beautiful and fascinating and inspirational and many more adjectives that have a warm and motivational feeling.
It’s time for new year’s resolutions and goals that I’m totally gonna fail at but I can’t resist on setting. There is a sick satisfaction on paving the way in detail for a whole year, then two months in, forget about the damn map you so enthusiastically drew, set another path as reality strikes you with obstacles and new ideas, and in the end of year, realize you’ve ended up to a whole new planet where nothing is horrible but, well, you have to admit that you’re not where you wanted to be.
Wake up in the morning
Look at the mirror and smile.
Smile not because you have to
But because you woke up.
Stretch and shower
And scroll down Tumblr or Facebook and smile.
Smile not because they told you to,
But because it’s another day.
Wear soft clothes and treat yourself to your favourite food.
Wear some make up or not and smile.
Smile not because you put your mask on,
But because you’re beautiful
And a good student
Or a good parent
And who you are
Smile not because you have to pretend it’s okay,
But because tomorrow is a new day
and you’ll keep going.
PS: pictures of cute cats and dogs always help XD