Please please please make me sit or even LIE down in a hammock today, okay? I suspect this wealth of mysterious energy will cause me to walk around neighborhoods and streets and parks for literally hours and hours. Nothing wrong with walking, but there comes a point when I just have to tell myself, "Yo, chill out, girl! Sit! Lie! But don't LIE lie. Tell the truth and tell it in a hammock." Whether I walk like a maniac or chill like a maniac, remind me to wear sunscreen. I never do and that is definitely not doing the right thing.
Has this post so far been a bit worrisome? I reread brief parts of it and realize that yeah, I sure do sound a tad enthusiastic. Maybe too enthusiastic for some people, but not for me, especially after feeling like a sloth for the past several months. Sloths. Are. Cute. Do not let my mother tell you otherwise! They are not creepy! They are too slow to be creepy. I think fast, erratic things are scary, like jumping insects and my mind right now.
A large part of me wants to continue to type away about the most insignificant things, like almond butter and organic jam sandwiches or Kim Kardashian's French braids, but I will refrain from doing so. I will drink water. I will pause and take two deep breaths. I will take vitamins. I will call the Dalai Lama back because apparently he has some big news for me??? I will keep you posted. I will always adore you from afar.