16th of January, 2022 | 6:26 p.m.
That clear feeling carried over to this morning. Why did I ever stop writing? So strange to stop doing something so beneficial for no real reason. It's not always obvious what it is, though. These things have a more tenuous connection to wellbeing. I'm more annoyed at myself for forgetting things I already knew. I could have told me that! I worked in the garden this morning. The weather has been foggy lately, the atmosphere is perfect and I felt like I was in a book from my childhood. I felt different. I looked different too. How it used to be. My thoughts aren't flowing well tonight but I wanted to write anyway. I'm about to have a shower. Then I'll make dinner. Then I'll draw my fat dog.
|