So I discovered that weekends pass by really quickly. And that we never get all of what we want to get done in them, done. Just not something that happens. I can't even finish a book, that's how caught up I am in not doing the same thing for over an hour. I have trouble sitting down and watching TV for longer than an hour anymore... unless I'm doing a quizzler or my latch hook. I get jumpy, mostly cause I don't feel like I'm doing something usefull.
I've discovered that I feel like I have to justify time. And I don't. Not to anyone but me and God. But of course, that's the problem. Cause if I can't justify it then I should stop doing it, right? Like this, I'm justifying this because it helps me debrief from a period of time and focus back on what's important. My writing... I've got chapter 6 under way. *sighs* and it's going... and going... and yeah. Parts of it I wonder how I can write, but I love them all the same.
Yay for reflections though. I love Mexico still and I wanna go back. Too bad I can't for another year. And I want my pinky ring back, you stupid floor that ate it. I know it's there somewhere, but my bedroom's been torn apart twice now, once by me and once by my parents. And yeah, not anywhere. Whoooo... time to go sleep I suppose.... thanks for reading ;P
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