this work/life balance thing. i’m not not very good at it this week. maybe it’s related to the full-moon that i am guessing was last night. maybe not. but i was feeling one step behind. the world was moving one step ahead. i couldn’t keep pace.
i wish i could devote more time to writing. even when it’s something i keep writing about, again, and again, and again. my priorities have been elsewhere. and i can feel it. my writing can feel it. it’s hard not to notice. do you notice?
maybe it will come back. that feeling. that writing. do i write my way through it? or should i go on sabbatical? I’m not ready for sabbatical. Who has time?
About The Lost Pedestrian
In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me).
My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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