But not in a good way. It’s been at least a week since I’ve written anything. Sure I’ve felt like crap, but I’ve been able to shower and embroider and other stuff (I’m sure). So why not write? It’s an answer I’m searing for because I’m sure it’ll be a great signal to other self-defeating shit I’m up to.
I don’t usually do the bare minimum. Until lately. It started before I moved back and now laziness has settled in. It’s such a fight to do anything constructive. And I literally hate this in other people. A better buddhist would argue that’s why I’m grappling with it now – to open me up to more compassion. Which is something else I’ve been sorely lacking lately.
So I’m writing now. I’m not writing much. I’m not writing much interesting. But I think getting into the rhythm is about the least I can do for right now.