Welcome myself back.

10/26/2014

(Art by Brooke Weeber)

I think the time has come. To start, to create, to jump back on the rails of thoughts. It's been a while. Quite some time.

Sitting in a chilly room, sipping on a lukewarm spicy chai with a tiny teeny dash of milk. A perfect mess that has accumulated in this short period of the two past days is here with me. It doesn't warm me up, but it creates this weird coziness. Even though I am a firm believer that everything has to be in its place and order, on weeks like this, I cut myself some slack. And a piece of marzipan pie.


Contemplations about life are buzzing right inside my head.
I'm too young to feel this old. I am too young not to explore.

What I'm trying to say is - I have all of the choices in the world. And I'm about to choose. To make a change within myself, to explore and try, try, try and step outside of my comfort boxy. Though, I already kept trying for a freaking long time. As a matter of fact, I am moving, I keep putting tiny steps right outside of my frame, but I just don't realize it. I simply don't give myself enough credit. People always tell you how it is so important to appreciate others and their hard work, but for once, can I just appreciate myself and pat myself on the shoulder? Maybe. I could. If only I was able to notice the steps I'm taking, 'cause in the world of an overachiever, tiny improvements are invisible.

Eh.

I'm not too sure if blog is the place to go and leave the footprint of my ever changing emotions. Yet, I don't want to have the typical, uniformed, empty reviews about makeup, posts about daily life and all that jazz. There's so much to offer, so much on the platter. I mean, yup, I love makeup, yet I'm not gonna type down about each and every little thingie that comes into my possession. And yes, daily things are just simple daily things, but here they are seen from my point of view. This is the place where I make dialogues with myself. Here is where I store my evaporating emotions that should not be forgotten. I need to remember things to keep myself going. If you ever feel like it, come and join my dialogues.

I almost forgot how great writing feels.

Follow me and my lurker steps if you're keen on some snazzy, unpredictable writings from my random, pretty often happy brain which is here to share, create, evolve & build. Build happiness.

Hereby, I welcome myself back.



Evie.

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