Summer stretches out before us, but I feel no relief, no euphoria, no pessimism...nothing at all, in a state of calm rather than a void of emotion. This has recently become more of a trend; an explanation, perhaps, for why I am a worse blogger than I ever have been. For this style of writing demands either an interesting life or the ability (or will?) to blow an average life to disproportional grandeur, exaggerating agony and distress. Neither applies or appeals to me of late.
I look back on my old blog posts, and they astonish me; I can't believe that I ever fretted about such things. I only need to do what makes sense to me, follow what I feel like doing, obey impulse without becoming too self-destructive. And I shall experience extremes of emotions -- highs and lows, as much as I ever have and more -- but rarely without genuine reason. If this is another level of maturity, it isn't what I expected.
It's been a creative day.
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As our respective blogs continue to grow (or be neglected), we grow.
Have a beautiful summer.
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