It is a visceral state of being, when thoughts flow freely -- unimpeded by the constant barrage of distractions that are a hallmark of modern life.
Its not always due to a lack of companionship. Rather, it fills the need for the mind to decompress, to defrag, to declutter all the stimuli that accumulates and leads to us experiencing mental fatigue.
It is a time of reflection, where mountains get turned into molehills, and occasionally -- where molehills become mountains. lol (but that shall be saved for another post.)
It is a time to be.
With the three day weekend upon us, most will find it difficult to grab those precious moments of solitude. I know that i have many activities planned that will require me to eschew my retiring nature for a more gregarious one.
Grilling, booty shaking and sunshine puts alone time at a premium.
Humans are social creatures and we naturally seek out each other's company. This is not a bad thing.
Just remember to never neglect making time for yourself.
Never fear, i'm still kicking (and screaming.) I still take tea with three sugars(or more); still like my bath water ridiculously hot; still a nerd; still crushin on stephen hawking; still crazy clumsy (i make clumsy look elegant tho!) still order my soft drinks without ice; still will use a man's razor on occasion; and i still prefer lichtenstein over warhol.
In other words, i'm still lexy from the block.
Its coming up on a month since my last entry, and while that isn't a particularly long time in itself, in the blog continuum its an eternity. The blog audience has a notoriously short attention span, and blogs that aren't updated regularly lose readers with the quickness. And as much as I might proclaim that this blog is for me, i'd be lying if i said that i wouldn't be a sad clown upon discovering i lost a reader or two do to my tardiness.
Pagliacci, is that you?
Its just that between life, love, and the pursuit of happiness, it slipped my mind that i have a blog.
In all honesty, I can't attribute it all to forgetfulness. Blogging is all about words, and when the words don't come, the blog suffers.
My loves, words have been elusive.
Its not that i don't have anything to say, on the contrary - there is much i could talk about. However, i'm experiencing a distinct lack of desire to put forth the effort required to formulate thoughts and then compose them into something readable. My laziness trumps any "need" to blog. Or at least blog with any consistency.
This is not necessarily a bad thing. It can mean that when the words do come that they will be more likely to be substantial and interesting. I won't venture to say that this entry will be a good indicator of that - rather, this entry is the natural progression of what was a beautiful spring day that turned into an equally wonderful spring night. Weather like this gets me motivated. I sat at my keyboard and felt like writing.
A little at least.
I actually cooked tonight, (part of that whole motivation thing) and tantalized my tastebuds with blackened tilapia on a bed of mixed greens (red and green romaine, arugula, radicchio, dill, frisee, red oak leaf) tossed with a cucumber shallot vinaigrette. Seasoned sweet potato fries (baked) and the piece de resistance, a hunk of THE most delicious honey cornbread. Make you smack yo' momma. TRUST.
All the above was homemade by yours truly, and if i may say so without seeming conceited, quite delicious. I really should cook more often. I took a picture to thrill you guys with my skills, but my camera faked the funk and the picture is nowhere to be found on the memory card. So you'll have to take my word regarding the goodness.
Summer is in the air, and really could not have arrived a moment too soon. Time to get it on and poppin.
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