I felt stumbly today.
Yes, I just used the word stumbly. Language is what you make it, people. And there is just not other way of expressing my emotions-I was just so unequivocally stumbly today. I stumbled across forgiveness for someone in my life that it was high time to forgive. I stumbled across poverty to a strange kind of abundance. I stumbled through being a beep to someone I love. I stumbled into work from a stumbly sort of rehearsal for Uncle Vanya that yet again, made me feel totally and completely inadequate. I strongly dislike feeling stumbly in rehearsals and yet, I so often do.
And I stumbled home.
I also stumbled into a blog post that was incredibly inspiring and once I figure out how to link the post to my blog, I will because I think I’m going to copy the idea. The writer of this blog has chosen 101 things to do in 1001 days. How brilliant is that? And the ideas are very well thought out and personal, such as reading their own height in books, and buying a disco ball. I don’t know, they’re not the cliche “I want to own a Vespa and write existentialist poetry in a Parisian cafe.” Not that I don’t want to own a Vespa or live in France. But still.
This blog is all mush and nothing of real interest. Here’s something for you: The word tittup means to move in a lively manner often with large or exaggerated action. May we all incorporate the word tittup more frequently into our vocabulary. Perhaps stumbly can be added as well.
Postscript: My Crusade is going well. I am in the process of reclaiming an entire band. The Dispatch is surprisingly quick in its recovery. This gives me hope for the rest of my list.