this morning #1663.
this morning, my froot loops had devolved into a sad, soggy situation. no idea how long i’d been staring off into the void letting them sop up all the milk. “new year. new you.” it started with these words. new me? why now? the only thing that’d really changed was the date. this morning, overall i feel about the same as i did yesterday. the blank stare took over but my brain tried to snap me out of it. encouragement. “c’mon. just play along. what’s one thing you’d like to change about yourself?” i fought through the fog. thought long & hard about what’s missing from my life. it’s been a while since i’ve written. used to do it a lot. lately my heart hasn’t been in it though. no idea why. maybe this year i should just give it another try.