Worst & Best

Best: Ultimately realizing that you control your brain's circadian rhythm.

#yeahnoyeahnoyeah

Best: Today, through dreams, I epiphanized the powerful symbolism of art. Today, through dreams, I realized how representation embodies itself through symbolism in art. Today I realized how my dreams are artistic representations/mental manifestations of my perspective(s).... or perhaps the problem... and, through that perspective... solution(s)..... Dreaming shows us how to understand art.

Worst: The realization that this might become another myspace and all of these memories will be lost. I lost, like, 6 years of my life on that site. ALL GONE. Geezus. But on the off chance that tumblr makes it through... I've started adding "20" to my year at the top. Just in case this makes it through the virtual Armageddon that is REAL online blogging sites. I guess I'm trying to, ultimately, look at it from a positive angle here though, hence the "20"22. Yeah. We think ahead in this century. :-P

Worst: Unfortunately THINKING about writing is NOT writing.

Best: Playing hard and fast with your time.

Worst & Best (?): The apex of starting ANY novel/book.

Worst: Me.

Worst & Best: When their bed seems like the most lusciously, delicious, all-encompassing thing on this planet.

Worst: The fear that this feeling is complacency.

Because: #Ryangosling

Best: Realizing that you've jumped the hurdle of the holidays.

Best: The hush of Christmas night. Babes sleeping, the world wound tight in a ball of bows of anticipation awaiting the dawn. Merry Christmas.

Best: When you're strapped for cash on Christmas and you find a website where you can send a virtual gift and message for free. Score. www.wishbox.love