sure. wait. what?

1.

I’m giving myself 30 minutes to write this post. No more, no less. I publish whatever I come up with after half an hour.

Timer starts now.

2.

There’s a million things on my to-do list, but I don’t want to miss my blogging deadline two weeks in a row.

Work has been extremely hectic lately. Life, too.

The Big Project is coming up. Once the Big Project is done, I have another stack of Life Thingz TM to sort through. Ahhhhh.

3.

I wrote in my journal almost every day until mid-April. I still journal; just not every day. Things just stopped feeling right for some reason. In this blog I called it “sadness,” which was such an imprecise name for whatever it was that hit me.

(Though, to be fair, precision and specificity are hardly ever the goal whenever I blog.)

4.

I have 10 minutes left. I didn’t even get to 150 words. Dang.

5.

I had a therapy sesh today. I quite like going to therapy. Well, not always. Most times. Sometimes. Or, fine – I liked my therapy session today.

Therapy forces me to process my feelings in detail. Emotional granularity, I think, is the term. As someone who’s generally private and refuses to wear her feelings on her sleeves – often painting her emotions in broad strokes to evade scrutiny, i.e., I’m [fine / sad / stressed / whatever] – therapy gets me to look closer into the shades and hues of my emotions. How does your body feel? Have you felt that way before? In what way do you so and so and so?

On one hand, I drop hundreds of dollars in just one hour. On the other hand, I get to look at my demons in the eye, maybe even cuddle with them tonight.

(Thirty minutes are up. I may or may not catch y’all next week.)