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Image result for creative juicesMy brain has run dry of ideas. I have none whatsoever and I'm not sure if it's because I've been extremely busy lately that I can't really think or if I'm just really bored and don't want to think. Well no, I really actually need to think. I really need a new idea.

But I just can't grab hold of one. So, this here is a jumble of thoughts ungathered, unedited, and all definitely unfinished.

Spring. This year, the spring equinox was on March 20 and yet, where I am, the weather is anything but pleasantly warm. It just snowed on Wednesday last week and the bitter wind is a constant reminder that the groundhog's prediction wasn't very accurate. Either that or extremely accurate since it's still chilling outside. I hate hot weather, it irritates me, but this is just getting ridiculous.

School. I'm kind of happy that the school year is ending because I can't wait to go on vacations and spend my whole day with my little brother. But I'm awfully torn as well because this year has been the best year ever. So many opportunities jumped at me this year - it's been pretty, well, fantastic.

I absolutely love my teachers. They've been so supportive, nice, and they've taught me a bunch. Not just about statistics and intestines but about perseverance, building relationships, and a gazillion of other things. All of them have inspired me. I'm also quite proud of my achievements - I was so worried at the beginning of the year but everything's turned out alright. 

Blogging. So, I've never blogged before and this is really my first year trying this out. I like to share my ideas and write about random things (like I'm doing at the moment). A dream of mine is to become an author (random fact about me) and I guess blogging is a start. Or maybe it's the second step already. Who knows?


Footprints. So lately, I've been thinking about how I'm going to be remembered. I'm kind of worried that I won't be remembered at all. Just forgotten. One of my largest fears is being discarded, you know? Being useless, unneeded, unnecessary - I hate it. To just be a person that only came into existence to die. But I don't want to be forgotten. However unlikely, I want to be remembered somewhere by someone.

Some people leave a well-defined and permanent footprint on the world. Some footprints fade or get washed away by rain. I guess I should draw my footprint with a permanent marker. I want mine to last forever. But it seems like everything's been done. Time to buy myself a magnifying glass.

Gotta look harder.

And here is the end of my train of thoughts. 

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  1. Shawn StormApril 27, 2014 at 8:04 AM

    Even when you don't have anything to write about your words are inspiring Melissa! I'm glad you are publishing even though your creative juices are running low - that's writing. I'm so glad you had the opportunity to share and inspire others this year. You have had a fantastic year and I'm proud to have been your teacher. Keep writing and inspiring others and your footprints will not be forgotten.

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