It’s not that I don’t want to write, because I have enjoyed writing regularly. It’s been wonderful to just sit down and let the words flow, to have them flow. Not everything I write is some amazing peice, and it the beauty of it is, it doesn’t have to be. My words can just simply exist, without expectation.
Today has been difficult because I’m having a tough day healthwise. (Don’t worry, it’s not major or life changing.) I don’t feel well, and I want to curl up and watch tv and sleep the day away. I want to scroll Instagram until it fries my brain, and then I want to sleep, but I can’t because I deleted it. And I don’t reeeeeeaaaaaallly want to do that, it would just be an easy day to fall into it, a welcome distraction from how bad I am feeling.
I am frustrated that I’m facing a set back when I only just started getting a good streak of exercise going. Now I’m questioning myself, “Did I skip today because it was what was best for me or because I didn’t want to exercise?”. It’s an easier call after a habit is more cemented, but in these early stages, everything is questioned, at lest for me.
I also don’t want to be sitting in this uncomfortable desk chair. If the stars would have aligned, I would be stitting in my giant, comfy desk chair right now, but shipping issues have robbed me of another day of comfort. (I hope only one day.)
I don’t know that there’s a point to this post other than to maintain my writing habit and to practice discipline. And apparently to be a little whiny, ok, fine, a lot whiny. Better?
If you’ve read this far, thank you. Is there something you want to share, good or bad? Is there something you’ve been facing that you just want to get out? Do you need to whine about something? Is there something you’re really proud of?
Safe space.
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