Dust Bunnies, Nia, AE and Teeny Diaries

Mini-diary available here. Found via Ali Edwards post here.

I love the idea of journaling. I’m terrible at doing it. I’ve had long spurts of a love affair with my gratitude journal and, at least once a week when I’m nowhere near it, I’ll think “I should start my gratitude journaling again”. It sits beside my bed. At bedtime I fall asleep in about 2 minutes. So.

I also have random thoughts, what are almost mini-stories sans plot that go on in my mind. Sometimes these end up as poems like musings about a bus ride. I have one stored in my head about a very old man I saw in the drive-thru at a Dairy Queen in the middle-of-nowhere Kentucky, imagining that his wife died and that he was lonely and that the young girls and his evening’s twist cone at the DQ were all that kept him going.

I like the idea of storing snippets because so many of them are forgotten quickly. Barbara Kingsolver refers to this in one of her memoirs as “chasing dust bunnies”. Here and gone in a teensy little lightning flash moment.

Anyway, no real point of this blog post. Checking out Nia tonight if my energy gets me there. Not having energy and being aware that I want to do something akin to dance is the motivator. Plus this looks really really cool: