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But this didn’t feel like magic. It felt a lot older than that. It felt like music.Terry Pratchett, Soul Music
Hello, all you beautiful people, you.
Things have been continuing apace here in my little corner of the world. So many times I’ve opened a blog post, stared at the blank page, and then closed it. So much for wanting to write more.
But like running, I suppose the only way to do it is to do it.
I wonder why I haven’t.
I think some of it has to do with life changes. I’ve talked off and on about changes I’ve made over the past year; in fact, a year ago June 2 I began the temp job that led to my current full-time job.
Changing jobs lowered my stress levels. I found that I didn’t need the caffeine, didn’t need the running . . . and maybe didn’t need to write. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I was a ball of stress and anxiety held together by caffeine and sarcasm. And with a lowering of my stress and anxiety I found myself not needing my normal outs.
I had to force myself back into running, and I found that it took a bit to enjoy it again.
I’ve cut back on my caffeine, but I still drink at least two cups a day. That’s still better than the pot or two I was consuming . . .
And as I fell into a new routine, somehow writing here fell by the wayside.
So, just like it took me a while to get back into running, I’m going to have to work at getting back into writing here.
It might be slow and awkward and painful (in a way), but it’ll be here. I’ll be here. I’ve already got two blog post ideas, so let’s see how they go.
Oh, and if you’re in the United States, have a safe and happy Pride!
Just checking in to see how everyone’s doing.
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