My phone reminder is demanding that I write – ‘But about what?!,’ I ask it!
‘About my continued quest to find my soulmate; the trials and tribulations that always feel like they are getting somewhere at last, yet always leave me wandering knowingly all on my own, much like before?
‘About my change in language tendencies due to influences by whatever book or books I am presently reading, or film I may see on a given day?
‘About how tired I am?
‘About how unclear my emotions are regarding having to go in to the office tomorrow, and to be in a world where a face mask is mandatory?
‘About how I really just want a banana and some orange juice right now?
‘And also like every day going forward from now?
‘What about how my dreams have begun to take such altered shape that I cannot even recognize them in my memory?
‘Or my desire to teach yoga and meditation in prisons?
‘Or dance to youth in juvenile detention facilities?
‘Or art and yoga to both?
‘And my pull toward being, in general, an artist as a means of financial support and survival and thriving in life – what about that?’
My phone gives me no answer… it remains stoically the same, brandishing to me the same reminder it gives at this time every night, though never quite so peculiarly times as it has been timed tonight.
Alas, I share briefly instead of the various topics that take up most of my brain power right now, and then I turn to sleep… sleep… sleep.
Goodnight ❤
Post-a-day 2020
hannah ananas 