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Not too much going on over here in the kingdom of Monique, wanna-be writer, entrepreneur, super hero, ballet dancer, actress, contortionist, etc.

Except for maybe a slight earthquake.

I was sitting here drafting up edits to the latest design proof of my website (side project), when the bookshelf beside me started ticking. And by ticking I mean slightly trembling. My kitchen was also ticking. I instantly knew it was an earthquake but had no idea what to do in that instant.

I stood up and walked to my kitchen. I walked back to my desk. The blinds in my windows were swaying. My entire building was swaying. I could feel myself swaying too. I sat down on my bed because what the hell, this was the longest earthquake ever and I didn’t know what else to do. I was sort of anticipating some kind of huge jolt, and that my ceiling would crack open and in would come ceiling, plaster, and stars.

Luckily none of that happened, and I immediately took to Twitter. Why? Because I wanted to see the size of it, and some witty, knee-jerk reactions. The news hadn’t even broke about it on the TV yet. In fact, everything was normal in TV land, which only confirms my theory that the television is actually a dinosaur.

Earthquakes always remind me that I am nothing. They remind me that I am not the one in control, that this place we take for granted every day is actually a spinning, fragile compilation of water and dirt in a pretty hostile environment. We forget that we are a piece of science, of beauty, and of randomness. We forget that we don’t own the world, and that no one actually does. At any moment, we are at the mercy of anything.

It’s because we are so fucking small. Adam always makes fun of me because I’m always talking about how small we are, but literally nothing should upset us at this size, haha. I know, that sounds horrible to say, because horrible things happen all the time all around us that make us feel angry, sad, mad, or bewildered and confused. But I literally feel absurd when I get upset about small things like petty theft, money, and mean people. When a little ant, crawling on your toe is stressed out about you stepping on it, do you give a shit?

No. You stomp on it and that’s it. The toe doesn’t change because the ant is stressed out, and neither does the human. I kind of see it like that sometimes, when I get all stressed out. Of course it’s damn near impossible NOT to be stressed out, so basically don’t even listen to me. But do see yourself as smaller than an ant, before worrying about the next big thing. Because the toe doesn’t care and the world actually does not fall apart.

Okay enough earthquake talk. This week I bought myself a planner in hopes of being able to write down every day at least two things I want to get done per day each week. I failed miserably after 2 days, but I’m still going strong. I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t care when I fail anymore. Failure is overrated. Just fail, get it over with, and keep going. The point is I’m trying, and I like the mess that trying is. I like that I can’t really stick to anything when it comes to making plans and organizing. As long as shit is getting done, I don’t care how it’s being planned or not planned.

Speaking of plans, what are your plans for the weekend? I’m kind of doing this big, adult thing that involves sharing the same housing space with my boyfriend. We’ve decided to move in together, and if nothing at all that you do makes you feel adult in this life, moving in with your significant other definitely will. It’s a huge transition. I was telling my mom the other day that it just feels like a new phase in the relationship, something we haven’t experienced before. Suddenly it’s all about we and us, and our stuff and not really I or me, or mine. 

And I am kind of loving it. It’s really exciting and it’s really new. I’m looking forward to how all of this is going to feel. It’s going to be interesting not being alone in the physical sense. Even though I’ve only been living by myself for a year, I moved out of my parent’s house in 2010, so I’ve been on my own for some time. It’s going to be strange seeing someone when I come home every night, and literally never being alone for more than a day.

Anyway I’m looking forward to it. Probably because he’s my favorite person.

Please have a wonderful weekend and don’t let the quakes knock your socks off if you’re in LA. I’m working on another giveaway soon, as well as a ‘Content Contest’ where bloggers can submit their favorite blog posts and the winning post will get published on A Novel Quest! That’s pretty neat I think

Talk to ya soon!

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Monique Muro

Monique is an exceedingly happy human from LA. She runs the blog A Novel Quest, and writes. A lot.

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