Slow
morning
I’ve got 15 cashew nuts to munch
on, lined up in rows of five on a square napkin. I’m just kinda staring at them
like they’ll magically help me write something right now. Do you see a pattern
here? Even when I’m washing the dishes, I have to line up the plates and
utensils by category before I even start. And once everything’s in its place,
it doesn’t even feel like a chore. I wasn't even gonna write today, but that
little bit of order just did the trick.
It’s 3:00
PM
I wasn’t really sure at first why
I’d been slacking on my case notes, but now I realize it’s mainly 'cause I’m
letting my thoughts just float instead of taking the time to write them out. If
you know me, you know it’s a struggle not to overthink every angle whenever a
case really fires up my brain.
The day
the clouds went away
It’s hard to watch the way people
in power play so dirty, treating human lives like they’re just disposable toys…
When I feel like I can’t breathe, I think about someone I really look up to,
and I feel lighter right away. The feeling's just like when the clouds finally
clear up and I can feel the sun on my skin again.
Had fun listening to Iwanakutemo.
Also had Eine kleine Nachtmusik on earlier. π€

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