So I promised myself I would try to write here more frequently again. Of course, what seemed like a very do-able and brilliant idea at the peek of a medication-induced period of hyperactivity is looking significantly more shady at times like this where brushing my teeth seems like a lot of work (Not too much, mind you. I am minty fresh; just reserve the right to swoon a little at the effort).
(I used a semi-colon there. Did you notice? Probably incorrectly. I hate semi-colons.)
I guess it feels like there isn’t much to say today. I can’t even detail what I had for lunch, as I seem to have skipped it in favour of being WAY too hungry all afternoon. The boring bloggers of the world have a leg up on me. How’s that for sad?
Today was a day of Grand Ambitions, followed by Grand Avoidance, with an aftershow of chocolate. To be honest, I’m finding things in general a little more frustrating than they have been now that I have recent productive/well periods to compare to. Makes me more inclined to start my day with ambitions requiring capital letters. …whether or not I will reliably be feeling up to following through.
Sometimes it surprises me a little the bits of sadness or frustration I pick up on in what I write here.
On a related note, I’ve been spending a lot of my time lately trying very hard to look at the thoughts and emotions that I am trying very hard not to look at.
I have not yet figured out what would qualify as “success” in that statement.