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The All-Judging Butterfly ([info]poisontaster) wrote,
@ 2009-10-21 21:04:00

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Current mood: happy

Here And Now, You Are Alive
So, I should probably be all modly and crap and remind y'all that time is running out to sign up for [info] mini_nanowrimo. Sign-ups are closing on the 30th. Minimum committment is 100 words a day for 30 days. As one of the mods, I'm clearly biased about the benefits of the comm, but we have many, many repeat customers who would also be glad to attest how it's helped them either jump-start their writing or get them into a steady habit of daily writing.

It's probably bad form to admit, so close on the heels of that STERLING RECOMMENDATION, to admit that I haven't done any writing today, but we all know I am no stranger to embarassing myself. So. Yeah. That happened. Or didn't happen, as the case may be. I will write at least one sentence today. This I vow!

I was going to write today. I had plans to write. And to catch up on my shows. But instead, I decadently piked off to Balto to have sushi with mah gyrls, something I apparently desperately needed, as I regaled them with stories of The Joys of Modding.

Driving home, with the lowering sun in my eyes and "Sultans of Swing" blaring on the radio, I felt such a deep and profound sense of happiness, of being absolutely content with myself and the world in that moment. I used to ignore those moments, bypassing them for my laundry list of worries and stresses, giving them no weight in the scheme of things. And now... Now I do my best to dive deep into that moment, to occupy it fully and to it's limit and bask in the simple pleasure of being able to say, "I'm happy."

It was a good day.



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