Dang, I’ve been so out of it lately. Out of the loop. Out of fashion. Out for lunch. But for real, it’s shockingly sad. I almost feel as though I’m just dragging along and my fingers and legs and while other parts of my body are doing their thing with or without me. The last time I read a newspaper was about a month ago. It’s been over a week since I picked up one of the books I started. I guess all the random online articles I read everyday should count but it’s not the same—you know what I mean.
Maaayybe I’ve been wrapped up in work, or my recent move. But that just seems like an excuse. And there’s nothing I hate more than the whole “busy” thing. As Westerners we’ve given being busy too much clout. Even when busy means getting your nails did or a Brazilian wax job. That shit don’t count! But then I think about those insane people that do like a million things a day (my mother) and expect everyone else to as well. I’m beginning to expect those same things out of myself. But I have to remember that that’s not the kind of person I am. I need and require more time to reflect and fully absorb. And so I post this rant really only because the photo above is really adorable and reminds me of where my head is lately. I’m guess I’m okay with that. I think it happens to all of us.
Let’s talk soon.