Obviously, sleep is a necessity, but my body disagrees. Last night I tried to sleep at around 1 or 2am, a fairly normal time for me. Instead of drifting off, I just laid in bed for 6 fucking hours. There were a few times where I reached for my phone and read some articles but mostly, I was in bed, for 6 HOURS.
I finally got to sleep at around 9-10am, and to make matters worse, I was STARVING and now, having just awoken, I'm starving, the worrisome kind of starvation where your mind says "ehh, whatever, I'm not even hungry" but you know your body is cannibalizing itself.
Oh, and apparently Beef Gelatin is a big health thing now. Helps your skin look good, while upping your bodies collagen production. Added bonus? It's protein! I'm tempted to get some!
Sunday, August 24, 2014
Saturday, August 23, 2014
First Blog Post
What is it about writing that I just can't commit to? I love the act of writing, but every day I can come up with a million reasons why today is just not the day to write. Today is NEVER the time to write, so I've discovered.
So I've decided to force myself (again) to write! I get how writing is a muscle, and you need to keep exercising the ability or it will disappear. I more than "get" it, I'm experiencing the atrophy of my writing muscles. It seems every year that passes by just makes my "writing tubes" more clogged up and I'm ever more unwilling to try putting ink on a page (or monitor I guess).
Why am I unwilling? Fear mostly. Communication is not easy for me, mostly because I fear looking foolish, and being judged. And what's a common line to throw at writers? "Write what you know". I fear I don't know enough to write well. If I don't write well enough, I fear the harsh judgement aimed at me.
So if I'm unwilling to write, and I'm afraid of the consequences of writing... Why am I writing? Well, mostly because fuck being afraid. Fear runs my life and even something as insignificant as blogging nurtures a deeprooted fear of being judged too harshly. Well I say, screw that.
For now.
So I've decided to force myself (again) to write! I get how writing is a muscle, and you need to keep exercising the ability or it will disappear. I more than "get" it, I'm experiencing the atrophy of my writing muscles. It seems every year that passes by just makes my "writing tubes" more clogged up and I'm ever more unwilling to try putting ink on a page (or monitor I guess).
Why am I unwilling? Fear mostly. Communication is not easy for me, mostly because I fear looking foolish, and being judged. And what's a common line to throw at writers? "Write what you know". I fear I don't know enough to write well. If I don't write well enough, I fear the harsh judgement aimed at me.
So if I'm unwilling to write, and I'm afraid of the consequences of writing... Why am I writing? Well, mostly because fuck being afraid. Fear runs my life and even something as insignificant as blogging nurtures a deeprooted fear of being judged too harshly. Well I say, screw that.
For now.
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