I’ve been writing a lot the past few days. Supposedly writing by hand is better, but I’m doing it here. Not writing about anything to process. Writing to get it out of my head. All the words that spin round and round and don’t stop swirling.
Yesterday I wrote for 2 hours about school. It wasn’t anything major. As in I didn’t write anything I don’t know. I didn’t get any insights. I just got some of the words somewhere better than my head.
I don’t know why I’m writing this now. What I even want to say. If I want to say anything. Does it make a difference? Not really. No. It doesn’t make a difference.
Woke up at 5. It’s 7.43 now. So I wrote my gratitudes. I’m up to 1700. Still in bed. But well, duh, I really hope to go back to sleep. But maybe it’s better to stay up.
Start work again next week. I’m kinda dreading it, and also trying to just live in the moment. Right now I don’t have work. Right now I’m okay. And you never know, work may be awesome. I’m not worried about working. I enjoy my job. It’s just that not working has taken a massive pressure off my head. I’ve more headspace. I’m more patient and give more time to the people who use so much energy just being around.