This is going to be one of those blogs that sound like a cry for help. Hell, maybe it is.
I’m not feeling particularly pleasant these last few days. I have struggled over and again trying to find my way to and through a schedule that is stable and I regret to inform the public that it is not working. Blame the break, perhaps or the lack of real will and motivation to do much of anything. Tis translates loudly to the blog where I find myself staring at a screen for the better part of ten minutes or going back and deleting words that I mispelled and realizing that I don’t know what I want to say as I move forward. I do not feel like this is burn out so much as it is outside life stress impeding my movement as a human. The stress mounts and the humanity dies. Thus the world ends in fire. Thus begins…
Some Thoughts:
- I am very bad at typing. I am fairly ‘ok’ when I stare at the keyboard, but less so when I try to just type and not look.
- Sighing might be good for the soul. Hell, I hope something I do winds up being good for the soul.