The art of procrastination

an old post from over a year ago...
Minnesota in the winter time

There's nothing like slidding your feet against the cold hardwood floors as you make some tea.
I love waking up on these mornings.
things are so still, calm almost dead.
A soft white hue covers every surface which gives everything grace. Things that were once hard and rigid are so soft you feel as though it were a small ball of clay rolling around inside of your palm.
You anticipate snow with the slide of the curtain but see it's just the prime surface of the season. Although nothing is there but the hard ground, you can feel the shift and the waiting. It will come soon.
For the meantime, you can huddle and hibernate in soft fibers while letting the steam crawl and spread inside of your nostrils.

This morning I woke up, thinking thinking thinking.
So much was on my mind that I couldn't get back to bed.
Do you ever give yourself second chances?
Sometimes your not as good as you hope to be all the time.

I woke up this morning to a great email from a close and wonderful friend. It made me the happiest girl alive. Sometimes I dont really understand why I'm so loved, but either way I'm very grateful for all of it.

I'm bored and I'm reading through old stuff...It's weird when I reread this blog entry this one specifically I can remember everything about it. The way the rooms looked, my feet against the cold hardwood floor and the exact sounds. This exact time in my life had to have been my worst, hands down. November of last year and I'll never forget it. There was just a lot of stuff going on all at once. Just reading all that stuff, knowing that my life is different now, the mistakes I won't make again it's nice just to know that really you do learn from everything. Everything helps and even the hardest of times are things that help build the person you are to become.