I really wish it was colder around this time.
L.A. makes it a bit hard to enjoy the holidays and here I am sweating in my tiny apartment waiting for…
something.
I don’t know what.
Maybe the miracle that a few more square feet would open up in here and allow room for a Christmas tree.
Who knows.
I’m hungry and can I be honest?
I’m not that much of a cook.
I bought pie for my job’s potluck which isn’t until tomorrow and that’s the only edible thing in here I keep thinking about.
I don’t really care for Thanksgiving.
I think I did until this point and the more I think about it, the more I wish I was home with my family.
Is that sad?
I don’t really know anymore.
And I wish I wrote more than I do now.
The winter season always gets me in the writing mood.
It makes me start things I never finish and wish I had a book to show for.
Instead, I pace back and forth in 200 sq. ft. trying to figure out what to do next with my life.
As much as I love running a business (if I actually am running a business), I hate it.
Does that make sense?
It’s like the minute I get the opportunity to do nothing, I get reminded of all the things I must do.
Does it ever end?
Probably not.
Right now, I’m not a fan of the holidays.
I’m a fan of sleeping in all morning and watching movies in bed, not worrying about the success of my career.
I really wish I wrote more.
So, here I am.
It’s Thanksgiving and I’m alone.
Alone, with a tiny apartment to clean, waiting for the miracle that I might become a great writer someday;
or that I may run a successful business,
or that I may have a bigger apartment soon;
or maybe even a house.
It’s Thanksgiving and I wish I had something other to say than this.
It’s warm and I wish it was colder.
I wish I was with my family and I really wish I had some good food.
Welp,
here I go.
Off to continue the rest of this day and maybe…
I don’t know… maybe,
something will happen.
What are you doing today?
I hope you enjoy yourself.
I’ll be here..
-Natalia