I'm just going to gush for a little bit here, so many ideas are swirling around my brain and I just want to blather forth in joy and wonder and sheer opportunity. Again, you don't have to read. It's probably boring.
Okay so I recently finished the book The Friday Night Knitting Club. Most people think I read it because I knit, and while that is some of the reason why I picked it up in the first place, that's not the reason why I bought it. I don't really enjoy the style of writing, it's cliche and appeals to the masses far too much (kind of like Dan Brown), but I read it anyway. The novel has good enough intentions and a heartwarming message, plot issues aside. Especially because after reading this book, I am feeling so high and giddy and excited, ready to burst, with this idea: life is what you make of it.
I can do anything! I can do absolutely anything with my life, whatever I want to do. It's amazing. It is so amazing and whatever I want to do, I can succeed at. I have the tools and the opportunities and just plain sheer youth on my side. Do I want to travel around Europe? I can do it! Traveling on a bootstring, staying in hostels with sleeping bags and whatnot. Living in a country is the best way to learn their language. Hell, my friend's mother supported herself once by street performing with a guitar. She is so prim and proper now, I would never have guessed! If she can do that, I can too. Hell, backpack around the world, even. See the sceneries and landscapes of our planet, discover books and friends and food, buy yarn. Knit. I really should knit more. I want some beautiful knitting needles, honestly. But I shouldn't get beautiful needles until I start actually finishing things! Which I can do! Because I can do anything!
So, yeah. This is me, effusive with glory, aglow with the notion that I have my entire life before me and I can do anything I want. Truly, truly joyful.
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