There is something special about taking a break.
Now, I wake up to find the world is a pleasant place. Which is comical since I am sure the world feels like it’s going to shit.
Let me tell you something interesting about taking your self away from work to be with yourself, it is terrifying. There is no one there to calm me down from cutting my hair off at 2 pm in the afternoon. If my anxiety or stress gets too much, I am paralyzed to do nothing but spiral for hours until I break the chain of thought.
But a break means I get to face all those gooey feelings about being worthless and unlovable before 10 am. I have to look at my writing and try to see the worth in each word and phrase that I encounter.
I may have not written anything in a few days, but damn, I feel like I have made so much progress.
Oh, and my period came, so I am also cramping like crazy and fighting the Red Gods.
So, what did I do today?
Found my self-purpose in a cup of tea.
Traversed the end of the universe looking for the right meal plan.
Wrote nothing.
Believed in myself.
It doesn’t feel like enough, but I want it to be.
Word Count: 34,761 words
See you tomorrow, friends.
Jona Nightingale 