I promise that I'm still alive.
I just haven't been in the mood to write lately.
Like, I have things coming.
I can feel them in my mind and in my heart.
Thoughts from things I've read.
Things I've seen.
Things I've heard.
Things I've felt.
But right now?
It's mostly busywork.
I sometimes wonder if purgatory is just a long line in a bureaucratic office where you never move. Ever.
A long, never-ending line without phone service or Wi-Fi.
I'm pretty sure that if Dante had known about visa and immigration offices he would have written about it in his Inferno.
Queues in bureaucratic offices in general.
A special circle of their own.
"Now serving number 83."
I had things I meant to write.
Kind of like a "little lists" kind of write-up.
Just so I would write, really.
Because often beginning is the hardest.
But I forgot all that I wanted to say.
Even though it was very clever in my mind.
To-do lists fill my head
instead of the things I'd actually like to think about.
But I am alive.
And I get do to things with people I love.
People who remind me that I am more than a brain.
So thank you to all.
Pictured or not.
Thank you for the memories you give me.
Thank you for reminding me of what I am made of.
That I do have a brain
but that I also have a heart.
And a voice.
And a knack for silliness.
Because goodness knows I need people who will let me be silly every once in awhile.
And who encourage it.
And people who love me the way I am
but believe that I can always be better--
and maximize my potential.
Which is so much more than a brain.
*Song of the day: A Dance 'Round the Memory Tree, by Oren Lavie