Inside the Mind of a Nathan

I want to write a random story—not Michael stuff just now—but my mind is cluttered with useful and useless things. Fun fact: if you want to write, you have to exercise. Lemme splain you: If you've ever played a sport in school or elsewhere, you most likely did this magical thing called a "warmup." It was to get your muscles ready for a real workout or a real practice or a real game. Just like the body, the mind also benefits from getting a warmup.

Holy moly! The brains are too much! And I can never write enough! And I really need to get something published so that I can excuse more writing, but somehow I excuse Netflix... Have you ever had that syndrome where you feel embarrassed about spending your time on something that you really love because you think someone will believe you're wasting your time while at the same time you waste your time on trivial things like Netflix because it's a commonly accepted waste?

A bumbling brain so full of distractions. The main thing on my mind at the moment is setting up my little online classes. I have to speak with a lady named Ree because she knows things! Excuse me while I email her quickly...

Holy snapola! Michael the Traveler might become a thing! I've submitting the first three chapters to a small company called Tapas . Thank you to those of you who have given such encouragement about the story.

I saw a little video about penguins that asked how they have survived. They seem like hobbling, clumsy creatures. I then realized they are one of the most poetic creatures. They are birds, so, technically, they belong in the sky–but they cannot fly. They breathe air, so their next option is to live on the ground—but they have short, clumsy legs. They can't breathe underwater—but that is where they soar. They are torn between three elements and thrive in the least likely of them. Beautiful.

I think we would all be surprised how convinced we can be of some facts that really aren't true. These phantoms enter our mind, and we cling to them for various reasons; the most common reason is probably our aversion to being wrong. I misconstrue a lot of things in my mind. I haven't quite learned how not to muddle things yet, but I'm getting better at holding my tongue until someone confirms or denies the notion that lingers in my brain.

Someday, I dream of having a study. I want at least one large window or two medium windows. I want shelves along every wall. There will be a cushy chair in one corner where I can read comfortably or take small snoozes. I'll have a tall desk so I can actually put my legs underneath it; it will need lots of drawers too. My chair will be slightly soft or perhaps just sturdy wood. I've found it's usually easier to focus on a hard chair. My desk will be relatively tidy since I'll pile most of my junk on the many shelves.

I did a bit of research, and Blogger is going to serve my purposes better. Honestly, I'm relieved: I didn't feel like switching over a whole new set of thingies. I got rid of my old email address (ZadokNauthiz@gmail.com), so I had to transfer calendar, pictures, documents, and way too many other things. At the end it was freeing and worth it, but it was still an ordeal. I wouldn't want to learn a whole new blogging system.

I'm feeling distracted, but I think I might always feel distracted. I'm slowly trying to learn how to stop bombarding my own brain with noise (audial, visual, etc.). I've developed the unfortunate habit of watching Netflix most evenings before going to bed. I have a large pile of books that I have to read — even want to read — that are collecting lonely dust.