A Post About Posts

Man, I am feeling uninspired.

My best writing comes from times of sheer embarrassment and well, I have been fairly normal lately.

Lame, I know. What in the world am I supposed to write about?

I can’t write a post about being uninspired. That would just be lame.

Can I use the word ‘lame’ more than once in a post?

If your answer is yes, here, have a cookie.

If your answer is no, you’re lame.

See what I did there?

I could keep writing about Canada because there are two days I haven’t documented, but I was getting bored with it. How many different ways can you say “it was cold” and “I worked at a homeless shelter” without things getting redundant?

And sure, I could write about how I changed my major to Child Life but then you would probably comment and say, “how many times are you going to change your major?!”

To which I would reply “probably five” because Child Life is the fifth and (hopefully) last.

You can’t expect any less from this ENFP.

I wanted to write about Crazy Love- how it was a spiritual workout for me and something I needed, something that was life-changing.

The words weren’t coming, though. Thoughts and ideas were stewing in my mind but they will remain in my Unpublished Posts folder with several other unfinished works of art.

Hmm, let me think. What else could I write about?

The bag of trail mix my roommate and I downed in two days; how I take prenatal vitamins; an awesome purple pen I found in the hall on second floor; how I’m going to Florida in 66 days; how much I love smoothies; Mormons.

The angelic music of Coldplay?

How I’ve lost 20 pounds?

Do you want me to write about the Taylor Swift concert tickets I bought Thursday?

Wow this is getting wordy.

I better wrap this up.

I still don’t know what to write about.

Lame.