Un/Planned small moments

2 more days of writing and I feel…like I want to scream. 

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Today I was an extra in a web series that a guy was filming. I thought, why not? Nothing was going on at work and my supervisor said fine. 

The director/write reminded me of another gentleman who could draw me in as though he were made to do so. Such men, to me, are to be watched carefully. 

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I’ve chosen to spend a month not writing, take a break. Afterward, I plan to focus more on several different projects that will simply keep me on task by showcasing at set points. That’s why school seems to work a lot better than “adulthood”, there’s a time limit to everything. While being an adult means all the time to do as you see fit or need to. 

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In a world of people who think that every meeting is fate and every moment a possibility, I met a man today who gave a spark to that day, moment and time…and that’s all I needed.

A moment, not a lifetime at each othere throats or in each other’s hearts. Just a moment to give life to one another.

This too is what I need, small moments that give life to the moment, so my life is full of them and not simply one or two big moments and a dull life otherwise.

So this is me making time for planned moments of art and beauty and leaving space for unplanned moments of fun and surprise.