I'm not even gonna lie.
I am NOT suffering from a case of discombobulation and/or amnesia.
I'm just a lazy ass.
That, coupled with the fact that there have been a TON of things going on within/around me that have been extremely damaging to my slightly shaky sense of calm.
I'm usually a cool collected individual, but these past three-four months have been very unnerving.
To be fair, I must admit that there have been bright spots that I have experienced as well.
I have encountered some inspirational people, had an epiphany concerning my relationship with my wife, had a revelation in terms of my role at work, and realized the amazing relaxing and restorative effects of breathing. (Who knew?)
I'm not gonna bore you with the gory details of my bouts with TMJ, the death of a friend, and increasing cases of coming down with the "fuck its".
But I am going to bore you with all the rest of the crap that happens to me from time to time.
Writing, no matter how mundane it may seem at times is Extremely therapeutic for me. I realize that in order to remain calm, and level headed, I need a sounding board for all the junk floating around in my head. I need to talk to someone, and writing helps me... uhh, talk to myself.
Ok. That didn't quite sound right.
Whatever. I'm back, and I'm ready to start taking care of my creative being, so here we go!
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