I’ll just come out and admit it: I dropped the ball in the second quarter of 2020. I didn’t read much, I didn’t watch many movies.
July was another slow month. It wasn’t bad, exactly—it was probably the most productive and creative month I’ve had since this whole thing started—but it didn’t live up to my hopes going in.
It’s not really an issue with the work I’ve been doing. It’s that there’s still a disconnect between my plans and expectations and the reality of the situation. My good days have gotten so much better than they were back in April or May, and my bad days aren’t nearly as bad as they were (I don’t spend nearly as much time staring into the void these days), but still.
The last two weeks have been pretty good, all things considered. I’ve been: finishing | learning | making | working | feeling | organizing | hating | loving | revamping | looking
I think I’m starting to get the hang of this. I’ve been: realizing | making | baking | suspecting | cleaning | daydreaming | getting | finishing | starting | finding