Lately, I’ve been feeling like my writing game is in a bit of a slump. I want the surreal sensation of stepping into the eye of a hurricane where the wicked witch is pedaling her bike, and houses are uprooted and spinning wildly. I love the plunge into the depths, my hands reaching, embracing the darkness as I float downwards. There’s it’s just me, my heartbeat, and the gentle touch of moisture caressing my face. It’s like Oz, the ice cream truck, and holding hands at the fair, all melded into one delightful yet jumbled experience.
But that magical cocoon hasn’t been. Life’s harsh realities have scorched my shoulders, leaving them blistered and vulnerable. There are certain things I yearn for that it’s like an ache inside me. I find myself pounding against the unforgiving concrete, gasping for air, my side muscles flexing involuntarily as I flop around. Where’s the water? It’s like my insides have burst, leaving me searching for that renewal.
I had a rare conversation with my brother earlier. Our interactions are few and far between, but the connection remains strong. Our cross-country call, lasting a whole hour, gave me a glimpse into where he retreats when the going gets tough. He dives inward, to a place where he feels like a burden and believes nobody cares. It’s evident that this isn’t the truth, especially considering the joy I felt when he messaged me the other day. I told him I was so ecstatic that I even did a leprechaun-style heel click.
Right now, we’re all gathered to watch Aladdin as a family. It’s a charming scene, with Evelyn having Aladdin figurines lined up next to her. Every time a new character appears on the screen, she exclaims, “That’s her!” or “That’s him!” It’s truly adorable. And let’s not forget that Dave and I know every single lyric, and we’ve already belted out the first two songs. Will we take our rendition of “A Whole New World” to the next level in a little while? Well, that’s something we’re about to discover.
Alright, time to focus and dive back in.
Love, Jaclynn
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