which right now means I survived March, April, May and June. Four months.
In March I was gearing up for South by Southwest, for travel (for work), friends, Texas. I spent the time in Texas wondering what my life would’ve looked like had I landed there instead, years ago.
Well, my life looks very different right now than it did those four months ago, and yet is still the same. I’ve spent most of the last week on the verge of exhaustion and frustration and couldn’t even put my finger on why, except that for once I’m not ridiculously overscheduled and stressed. That instead it’s time for me to figure out a routine and new habits and patterns. To sort out the emotional stress that still has me in knots and get back to treating my body right after four months of traveling, stress eating, emotional not-eating, stress drinking…
There’s something I need to say, something I need to write out and get out and get over, and every time I sit down to try I fail at it.
