Ahh, sweet resistance

Holy hell. The year is off to a fine start but not so for me.

Kind of sluggish and uncaring and more than a little all over the place.

Conflicted about this and that. Typically overthinking instead of overdoing. Thinking around in circles of worry and anxiety (oh my, so helpful). Rather than collecting thoughts that can propel my emotions and work forward.

This is the beauty of writing. Write out the anxiety. Let it pour out of my mind into letters and words and sentences and paragraphs.

Really, what is the worst thing that can happen? (Aside from a million typos which can be quickly and elegantly corrected.)

The fritting away of time on my thoughts and feelings? How can an examined life be bad for me? Bad for anyone?

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