When I open up this page a look at the cursor blinking at me, ready for me to type something, I tend to think I have nothing to write about today. Then as I fall asleep or while idly thinking later the next day, I realize the little things I observed or felt.
Like when I was on the back of my brother's bike and he drove past his mother's house, explaining that she lived so close yet never came to see them anymore. Or when I bought his two daughters parasols that the wanted at the fair and the little one kept on saying thank you for them, hours, and even a day after the fact.
There are other moments I am forgetting because I always write this when I am tired a eager to go to sleep. I need to figure out a better way to do this so I accomplish what I planned to create when I started this challenge. Good, truthful, straight from the thought-brain stream of consciousness.
Like when I was on the back of my brother's bike and he drove past his mother's house, explaining that she lived so close yet never came to see them anymore. Or when I bought his two daughters parasols that the wanted at the fair and the little one kept on saying thank you for them, hours, and even a day after the fact.
There are other moments I am forgetting because I always write this when I am tired a eager to go to sleep. I need to figure out a better way to do this so I accomplish what I planned to create when I started this challenge. Good, truthful, straight from the thought-brain stream of consciousness.
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