I’ve been very busy…but what else is new?
I’ve been trying to decide if I haven’t written because I have nothing to say, or I have too much to say.
Let it suffice that I’m tired, emotionally, physically and intellectually and I haven’t felt much like myself in months.
There is no stranger and more debilitating feeling than losing a firm grasp of who you are and what you think, and what of the the things you think are worthy of an audience.
Also of note, every time someone micromanages or psychoanalyzes me….an endangered desert tortoise somewhere falls down dead.
Proven by science. Just don’t do it.