June 1, 2010
Relax. I know what this word means, but I don't often know what it feels like. This is especially the case in the morning when I'm waking up and don't monitor my thoughts as much as I do during the day. Left unchecked, they spread like tail feathers until I'm left with these rich, colorful emotions that aren't particularly welcome. But it's precisely the act of overly monitoring my thoughts that gets me into trouble. Sometimes I wish I could be more like the girl who sits behind me, rattling on about herself and her family like there's no tomorrow.