I am here. That is enough some mornings. A quiet declaration of existence, because I have nothing else to say. I am looking forward to getting to work today which is a weird feeling, but I also have a couple of extra things to do this morning before I can get to work.
The struggle of writing when your brain won’t work is real. It is an odd feeling. Trying to type words but the thoughts aren’t there and then you end up writing about how you can’t think about anything to write.
Even with that this exercise does not feel like a trap. It feels good to have a morning routine. I am up and doing what I need to. Now it feels a little like a trap. Each new word is an exercise in mining deep into my mind and pulling out a word against its will. It is difficult when the mind is slow, and I can’t even explain it today.
It was a busy day yesterday or busier than Sunday’s normally are. Today will be good. I know it will be because I will make it that way. I also have some bills I have been sitting on that need to be paid.
Paying bills is never fun. That is why we put them off but these bills are a little important. I think I am going to end this here. It is early but also exhausting trying to pull thoughts out.
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