I woke up early today, massaged for a formidable 6 hours of hard labor, and now I’m back home laying in bed in my pajama’s watching episode 7 of Jack and Bobby.
Doing nothing is fabulous. It may not be fabulous for everyone, but it’s certainly crucial for my well-being.
This is where the magic happens. Here, alone in my room. Secluded from the population. I am untied, unfettered and rule the roost. Well, I don’t exactly rule the roost, but I rule my bedroom at least.
This is where my brain percolates new awe-inspiring idea’s. My body may be idle, but my soul thrives. I feel like I can do anything. Here I lie in bed with my laptop, my soul-connection to the universe, wondering what my next move shall be.
What’s it going to be Mel?
“The soul hath appetites & capacities by which when well guided she soars & climbs continually towards perfection & is backed by omnipotence in her magnificent career…” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
I stumbled upon that quote in “Selected Writings of Ralph Waldo Emerson.” I don’t understand much of what he writes, but the stuff that I do understand is pretty awesome.
I feel new. Not a different person, just new. Like I’m an adult child. I am an adult child. I feel innocent and believe that I will be okay no matter what. Even when I’m not okay, I’ll still be okay. I can’t describe it.
Okay, so I have decided to start painting. I’m going to buy some paints, an eisel and some canvas and start painting. I have extra money to do so. Yes, I will be Melanie the painter. “Melanie the world renown blogger and exquisite painter. She also cured cancer and moved out of her parents house.” That will be on my tombstone.
Life is better without internet porn as you can clearly see.