The work week has been hell. From 40 hours to 60, with little time to do laundry, let alone catch up on thoughts. I asked for a distraction, and I sure am I getting it.
I don't mind the busyness of my life, but I do mind that sometimes it feels more like a distraction. The money helps. It'll pay for things that I'm working on, but sometimes I wonder if I could just have a brief break to reflect on the last year, the year before, and beyond.
Sometimes I wonder about my journal too, but then again that was three years ago.
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