Today, I didn’t do much. I didn’t talk to very many people. I didn’t do much of anything. I didn’t do homework. I read quite a bit of a book, I went to school, and that’s the end of it all.
It was a non-day. A day that wasn’t eventful.
But I still should write about something.
How about this?
I was feeling a bit blue, and my mom asks me to cook spaghetti. I find more meaning in doing that sort of thing–cooking, cleaning–than in about anything else I do in life. I love working in the house and in the yard because things seem simple and right. I feel like I’m accomplishing something, in my life.
I was feeling a bit blue and my sister starts instant messaging me.
So there are things out there that really help me be happy, and I’m glad. I’m glad that we aren’t solitary creatures.