I haven’t written in a while (maybe 3-4 weeks?), although I’d written a lot, and there will be no gap.
But it’s been interesting how some things come to mind and need to be expressed. These often come all at once. But then I go a while without saying much.
I don’t really have much insight as to why. (And truly it doesn’t matter.) But I find when I write, I’m a bit more objective about what is going on in my life.
And right now, it’s unfortunately too much.
It’s the reselts of my choices. Which is the biggest problem.
And I see an end in sight.
But it is elusive.
And that gets in the way of me continuing to have stamina to see it through the end.
A light at the end of the tunnel typically signals “go faster.” Except this doesn’t seem to work in the ultra marathon of insanity I’ve chosen this year.