Looks like my new years resolution of 3 posts per week has already been demolished by my inability to keep up with life.
There are so many things I can't find. So much sleep that has been lost. I don't know what bills are overdue or how much money is in the bank. Clothes are discarded and piled high on furniture in disarray, on top of papers and receipts and bobby pins and books and hopefully on top of a brass locket I'm looking for. This is bad news for a psuedo type A personality.
I think to myself:
It doesn't matter, nobody really cares to read this anyway/ There might be 3 people who are reading and if I don't stay consistent, they will forget to check on me/ I will do better next week and the week after and the week after. Promises, promises...
There is a lot of hopefulness buried under layers of defeat and procrastination. Fatigue has a way of hiding things.
Sorry if you've been waiting...
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