It’s been seven days since I last wrote. Seven days of work, chores, drama, and mayhem. The last two days particularly so.
I need to get back to writing - to emptying my head into the keyboard. Somewhere along the way I stopped doing it, and I kind of miss it.
I’m not sure I have much to share though.
Self doubt and second guessing creep in, and before you know it you find yourself writing a few sentences, deleting them, writing another half a sentence, deleting that, and so on.
At least some things are constant though - the clock ticked past midnight twenty minutes ago. Perhaps I’ll go take my own advice and read a book rather than doom scroll, or end up buying some gadget I don’t really need.
I need to try harder at keeping in touch with friends.
I have a natural propensity to just keep my head down, and keep pushing forwards when dealing with whatever needs dealing with. I vanish in plain sight. I even do it mid-conversation sometimes - my other half pretty much knows that if she loses eye contact with me while talking to me, I’ve probably wandered off inside my own head. She stops, and raises her eyebrows.
Anyway. It really is getting late now.
Time to brush my teeth, fall into bed, and attempt to sleep.