June 17, 2015
June 2, 2015
it’s 11:48 pm, i’m sitting outside, on my trampoline wrapped up in a quilt under the full moon, with that, one streetlight far in the distance, and my computer screen being the only light.
i was listening to music (mostly ‘some hearts’ by Carrie Underwood, because that brings back such a happy time for me), but my phone recently died (it’s been doing that a lot lately, especially when it has plenty of battery left). i should probably get it fixed.
you may be wondering why i’m doing this. my hands are ice, and i have to get up extra early tomorrow for work. i should probably go in now, but theres something so peaceful about being here and now. im so content, and almost, kind of happy.
my hands are ice because i just finished typing up a very long, pretty detailed piece of my life. it’s honestly one of the hardest things i’ve done, as silly as it sounds, but it’s true. and i will say, typing it all out has been therapeutic for me.
this moment, right here and now, just doing something i dont normally do, but have always wanted to do. to write outside at midnight under the moon and stars, this is what i love. i love being spontaneous, i love going on adventures, i love to experience new things, things like this.