In Blume Third Entry Access

Today’s small victory: I remembered to eat lunch before 3 PM. Today’s small failure: I said “I’m fine” when I meant “I’m tired of explaining.”

Blume always said the third time is when you stop performing. So here goes: I am tired. Not the bad kind. The kind where you know rest is possible, you just haven’t reached it yet.

— In Blume, entry three If you can clarify the source or intended use (a book, a diary, a class assignment, an art piece), I’d be happy to tailor the text more precisely. in blume third entry

There’s a difference between being lost and being misplaced. The first suggests you had a destination. The second implies someone else put you somewhere and forgot. I’ve decided, after the second entry’s chaos, that I am not lost. I am misplaced.

Better now. Tomorrow: water the plant. Reply to the email. Leave the house once. Today’s small victory: I remembered to eat lunch

The garden behind the old ceramics studio is overgrown now, but the kiln still holds heat if you press your palm to its side. Yesterday I found a fired clay cup, half-broken, with a word etched underneath: keep . Not “beautiful” or “fragile.” Just keep.

Date: October 12th

Third entry rule: write only what you would say out loud to a stranger. That means no apologies for the silence between sentences.