I stopped writing because I didn’t feel like I had much to say. Laid off from my job, at home all day every day, time
I’m not okay, and I know it’s okay to not be okay, and I’m being patient and accepting of the not-okay. It’s been hard, though,
I don’t give a fuck what you need to do to get through this. I just want you to have something. Whether it’s active or
Yesterday, I achieved the impossible. I achieved balance. I woke up early, as I usually tend to. I worked out. I did laundry. I vacuumed.
Yesterday I over-corrected. My achievement for the day was recognizing it. Yesterday morning I wrote that I’d been unproductive and frustrated about it for days.
The past several days have been tiresome. I have the attention span of a gnat and it’s frustrating as hell. I’ve done very little studying.