This time, my own – the challenge I feel to write when I feel like I do right now.
I don’t like to write here when I feel like everything is shit. When I’m down, when it feels like nothing will work out right, I don’t want to pollute this space. Also, I am very aware that words I write here are not private. I always have to censor myself to a degree. And frankly, it’s hard to do when I feel like this. I have, in fact, written this post 3 or 4 times and deleted how and why I am feeling the way I am.
But it’s Every Damn Day, so here I am.
There was retail therapy this afternoon. I know, not a good way to deal with emotional distress. But I got some adorable dresses out of it. Of course it will cause more angst when the bills come due.
All to avoid how I am feeling.
I wish I could walk away from it all.
And this is what makes Every Damn Day such a challenge. Because if I have to write every day, some of those writings are going to be just like this.