We are so hemmed in at the moment by all of the stuff we, knowingly/willingly or not, surround ourselves with. I'm getting so weary, swimming underwater like this. The stuff is blocking my way. The time has come to uncover the floor and the corners. It is time to make room for the light to pour in. I've got to be tired and cranky for a little while longer as I make my way to the surface.
Since 2020, I have written the following: -grandiose grocery lists (written on an empty stomach) that often end up getlting left behind at home -funding proposals -delicately worded emails -harried Whatsapp messages -a slew of facebook messages (that basically kept me alive) -a tinder profile or two... -utilitarian text messages -heart felt text messages -the very occasional love note (on paper) to a friend or a loved one The things I have not written since 2020: -a journal -a multi-page handwritten letter -a play -a sketch -a novel -more than 2-3 blog posts that I didn't even publish -a pros and cons list
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