A word, here, about recurrent troubles. I still can’t fucking get up in the morning. I’m still about 95% sure this isn’t a physical thing, because I actually DO get up in the morning. Usually earlier than I had planned. The medication I take for my blood sugar works partly by eliminating it through the […]
A word, here, about mental gymnastics. It seems like a lot of the revelations I have these days come while I’m in my car. Not just while I’m in my car, but while I’m in my car at a specific stretch of road. On Rowland, specifically, heading southbound, between Rhawn Street and Hartel or so. […]
A word, here, about intractable issues. I still have a lot of trouble getting up in the morning. The fact that this is still a problem has become a problem unto itself. Now I’m meta-stressing about not being able to figure out and solve the waking up thing, and that’s no way to be. I […]
A word, here, about accountability. I’m great at making plans. I mean GREAT at it. I make plans like nobody’s business. Following through on plans… not as much. Yesterday I was all “this is what I’ve got planned for this month, for this week, for today, etc etc.” I was making notes, not necessarily as […]