Sensory Saturdays

I’m (re-)watching No Strings Attached (which is, admittedly, very silly but sometimes silly is just what a girl needs) and feeling excitable. Every week thus far this summer has been jam-packed with something or another, and it keeps getting better! I promise you, I’m normally not this peppy, nor am I usually watching a rom-com on a lazy Sunday afternoon, but some combination of Aunt Flo, sweet Mallorca bread and too much Starbucks has me doing all sorts of crazy things. I’m also wearing tons of color and have this insatiable urge to shave the side of my head a la Serena Cuevas, but that’s just my almost-quarter-life-crisis speaking to you. (However, it doesn’t help that friends and strangers alike are encouraging said bold cut…)

Do let me elaborate.

It’s a rarity that I have a moment to breathe, let alone sprawl across cotton sheets for an hour-and-change to waste spend on a film. In fact, I prefer not to have that much time on my hands; I don’t know what relaxation is (five hours of sleep is plenty), so when it’s shoved into my ungrateful hands, I never know what to do with it.

But I’ve been on high speed since high school, and over the past two years, on full throttle. I’ve had more than enough moments of mental exhaustion, and let’s not count the physical stuff: every other tweet is 140-characters of just how much my feet ache. And yet I wouldn’t have it any other way. Being on the go is what I know best. Plus, life’s short. I’m only 21 once—let me do everything I can, and more, while it’s still emotionally/mentally/physically possible.

For once I’m enjoying this one-hour-and-change window, stretching out tired limbs on this full-sized bed, involuntarily smiling at Natalie Portman and Ashton Kutcher’s exchanges, tearing out and collaging beautiful images. It’s therapeutic. Mindless Inspiration. 

In fact, it’s exactly what I need.

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xx