Shortly after I signed off from blogging last night, an unexpected rendezvous occurred with a toilet bowl and my unfortunate bout of nausea. Unsure when my last kneeling of unpleasantries took place, I am here to say it’s as unfun as I remember. The excessive salivation leading up to the stomach’s forceful contractions is a marvel, and while the experience feels like an alien entity birthing, it undeniably gets the job done.
Despite lingering in a slightly clammy state, the seasickness lessened, granting me relief.
Feeling under the weather can be restricting and feels as if access to creativity and inspiration is temporarily off the table. However, that’s not entirely accurate. Watching trailers for “The Color Purple” and “Wonka” managed to stir a sense of curiosity, and has me hoping for a cinema stop someday soon to witness the dreamy unfolding s.
In the midst of doing what I must to get by, my mind wanders to an ideal place — a bungalow treehouse similar to the Swiss Family Robinsons, with an abundance of seafood, tropical fruits, and a trusty laptop with an endless battery supply. Basking in the sun, swaying gently in a hammock with a non-speaking masseuse at my back, I’d be in bliss all while observing hermit crabs playing peek-a-boo.
Yet, life’s commitments keep my bungalow dream house on hold for now.
Happy Thanksgiving Eve. Love, Jaclynn
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