The last couple of weeks have been rough. I’ve been: adding | trying | shovelling | having | getting | planning | freezing | looking | organizing | starting
I’ve been so busy lately. I’ve been: continuing | overdoing | trying | putting | wondering | starting | feeling | taking | finding | getting
It’s been a nice couple of weeks. I’ve been: looking | updating | loving | eating | trying | starting | having | getting | pausing | focussing
I’ve had a hard time figuring out my goals for this year, let alone how to talk about them.
I’ve been tempted to just write last year off entirely, to look at the admittedly ambitious targets I set a year ago, the things I still want to accomplish, and start fresh. Pretend that—as far as my personal and professional goals go—2020 just never happened. Go back to zero and start again.
But that’s not going to work, is it?
It’s been an eventful couple of weeks. I’ve been: looking | wrapping | getting | accepting | figuring | waking | waiting | making | watching | listening
I’m going to keep this short. I’ve got a bigger end-of-year thing coming later in the month, and really… November wasn’t much different from any other month this year. I had some good writing days. I edited some photos. Not as many as I wanted, but more than I thought I might.
It wasn’t ideal, but it was fine.
I didn’t want to write this post.
I wanted to be able to write about how I wrote every day—or at least most days—in October, and about how happy I am with the progress I’m making on Birthday Girl. I wanted to be able to write about settling into a good routine, at the very least.
But I can’t write about any of that, so this is the post I’m writing instead.
Ugh. These past few weeks have been… not the best? I’ve been: worrying | trying | finding | sorting | having | enjoying | watching | feeling | thinking | getting
I keep feeling like things are getting better.
Welcome to September. A few days late, but time is still weird so I’m not going to worry about it too much.