pages to fill.

today, i wrote. it's such a small sentence for such a big act. i forgot how good it feels to actually write, just for me, on a pad of paper with a pencil making those swishing sounds as it moves against the grain. I wasn't penning vicariously though a keyboard and computer screen or letting it out in small conversational bursts. It was just me in my office with a legal pad and a pencil. It was amazing.

it was so nice to have this sheet of paper right in front of me containing all of my crazy put concisely in sentence form. now i can do whatever i want with it. lock it up forever. rip it into teeny, tiny little pieces. or even put it on the floor and dance on top of it victoriously. it's tangible, and you can do whatever you please with it.

and once that pile of crazy is neatly formed on lines of notebook paper, it is easier to sort through. you can answer the questions you've found, or maybe just figure out which questions really need answering, or you can just let it out and forget about it forever. all i know is that i have to do that more often.