It’s felt like too much like Friday and throughout the morning I found myself suddenly down and disappointed in moments when I realized it was, in fact, only Thursday. The week continues to drag on.

At least it was a productive day. It’s been a long time since I had one of those. I worked on my first “Bradbury prompts” list and already have a little spark of an essay going around in my head. I wrote over 700 words of it so far, not necessarily good words and I wish there were more, but 700 is a lot more words than I have written outside of my usual posts here in weeks. For it being my first try, and for all the distraction I had to deal with, I’m very happy with the results and anxious to try it again tomorrow, and the day after, and for every day after that until, and if, it no longer works.

After all that writing I felt so good I had to get out into the sun. I went for a walk which turned out to be a bad idea and left me feeling a bit dehydrated and faint through the rest of the afternoon. I keep making the same mistake of pushing myself too far at the slightest sign of improvement and beginning to doubt I will ever change.


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Lisa Marie Blair

Painfully aware. Profoundly afraid. Perpetually falling in and out of love with humanity. She/They.

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