Some days I write more insightfully. Other days, it is a quick thought jotted down for all to read at their leisure. But everyday I strive to write. It serves as a way to gain insight into myself. What spills out onto the keyboard lets me know what I am processing that day. It’s therapeutic.
Today marks my 903rd day in a row of writing a post. I could take time to code my writings but I need not nerd out that way. Plus, I have no time to do that. Running on fumes here. Yet, even as busy as I am I feel an intense need to write. It is a bit bizarre to feel this way. It is as if writing is akin to breathing. I must do it. If it seems like I might now write, my fingers twitch. It is how my body lets me know that I need to get something out.
With all that said, I’m feeling a bit run down. Worn out. In need of a time out, of sorts. I’m not too sure what compels me today. I know I need to eat my chicken soup, take my medications, and get over this flu. I know I need to break some things going forward. I know I need to be creative and see both the small and big picture. Thus, I need a few minutes to just sit and rewatch Dirty Dancing for the 1000th time.
Time to stop typing. I’ll work on my insights tomorrow.