I have an unusual attraction to the music from the Lion King movies... If I get a chance to be alone in the house today I'll be blasting "One of Us" from the second movie's soundtrack as loud as my tiny little laptop speakers will allow and pretending to sing along at the top of my lungs. It sounds like therapy...
Having the ability/tendency to look deeper into my intentions/dreams has led to a lot of interesting situations in my life. Like I had a dream about a dear ex-boyfriend of mine where I was visiting him at some point and he knew I was there, but didn't pay much attention to me and I kept trying over and over to get his attention. Now if that isn't an obvious hint to my sub-conscious then I don't know what is. It baffles the mind that some people could be confused by a message like that. I have a deep-rooted fear of being taken for granted and overlooked by my loved ones. Well that was easy...
I bit the bullet and finished "The Black Prism" last night. It was, of course, a fantastic book with an entertaining world that I'm excited to read more about. I think my fear of finishing series has everything to do with knowing how much I'll miss that world. Even when the characters live to the end of the book, it's like they've died anyway. A short time of mourning is a given when I've finished a good series. Thankfully, I'm learning, it isn't as bad when I've just finished one of the books and the next hasn't come out yet. Now onward in a mostly different direction, Terry Pratchett's Thief of Time. Just because I can't seem to read the Discworld books in sequence...
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