Ask and it is Given

I haven't decided if it is important to write when I am reaching, but in this moment, I feel the inspiration to type. It's helpful there is not necessarily anybody that I know of reading along. I suppose it's fun to have a blog that is just for me, it's like a journal, but feels slightly more intentional.

I got a really good night's rest last night, and that always starts the day off well. I've felt good all day and then suddenly I didn't. It's interesting how when you're feeling so good so much of the time, any tiny little stray from that euphoric joy to be alive is just absolutely miserable. I suppose it's a good reminder, a good indicator of how aligned I usually am, in my joy and knowledge and love, appreciation and all my good feelings. It's an opportunity to notice that my emotional guidance system is telling me something-- it's usually telling me that I've strayed from alignment.

I don't love spending time on my phone, I love being in the moment and finding positive aspects and conversing with everyone who passes by. There is a small part of me that always loved being active on social media, loves taking photos and sending them to Dr. Vsco. Though I'm beginning to wonder if that small part is also the outdated part of me that treasured the beautiful moments because they were so rare. Now they are abundant throughout my days, that taking photos are successful in taking me out of these beautiful moments. Editing them pulls me to the past and remembering how great it is, which is fine if I don't want to be in the present moment-- which, I do. My favorite kind of photo is the one you say, "wait let's quick take a photo!" and then that's it. That's the photo, which holds a thousand little moments inside of it. Maybe this is the part of me falling away. I don't want to miss the moment because I'm so busy capturing it. I want to be so immersed in the joyous love of a moment, feeling so delicious and soaking up the beath I am taking, that that is enough for me. And I want every moment of my day to be filled with this delicious feeling, that there is no need to capture it, for it just keeps on flowing.

Isn't it funny how you think you don't have anything to write about, but then you begin typing, and answers just come?