Every once in a while I find myself standing still. This isn’t like I’m playing statues or something. It’s more of a really weird internal standstill that has to do with my ability to express things creatively through design and the written word. I’ve got all sorts of feelings that are dying to be painted out, sketched out, or written out, but I have no idea where to even begin. This is not a bad thing by any means. On the one hand, I am enjoying having these tender impressions all to myself, to rewind and play at my mind’s leisure; but the other part of my mind is dying to create something to capture the beauty of what I feel… it just doesn’t even know what awesome thing to start with, and perhaps even fears an incapability of paying proper tribute to the passions of my heart.
It’s quiet, and all I hear is the dishwasher. The tired-out puppy lets out an occasional sigh from where she lies on the kitchen floor. The air outside is perfect, and the sun is nearly set. Truly, it is a crime to sit and take in an evening like this without the company of the one you love. That being said, I am the greatest of all criminals. Patience. A few weeks more… It’s not far off… My heart treasures this reminder.
[RACHEL]
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