Heavy thoughts.

As my mother's birthday came and went I had much on my mind about life and the way of things these days. I had the inclination to write her a letter about life things despite her absence as a certain feeling of purpose seemed to urge me from within. I am a bit on the disorganized side of things lately, however, especially as I prepare for the big shoot next weekend and I allowed the urge to become quiet as I wandered into the existence of today. Now... even though the specific day has passed I still feel a bit of the urge to write that letter. I think just talking about it has prompted the feeling and perhaps I'll give it a shot sometime soon... just not now. I am a bit too tired to deal with those emotions and I really need to get my head on the pillow... or maybe I am just running away from it as I lack enough of the right motivation? Meh. Off to bed with me.