Feelings

Due to stress and the rigors of pandemic life, I am once again on this kick where I’m paying attention to my feelings. One way I’ve coped on the past has been to write about them incessantly in a very public and sometimes embarrassing way. So that was my plan. Write a little bit. Release some mental energy. But it’s been a year or two since I last visited my website.

That means I had to remember my password. You know how his ends, right? OK, well, obviously I’m a bad writer because I’ve already spoiled the ending in that I’ve clearly logged in successfully and am currently writing about it.

But how do I feel about it? Is it good to be back?

Passwords suck.

Clearly I am going to need to actually write frequently enough to remember my username and password or just find some other way of writing out my deepest thoughts. Like a notebook. Gotta love a notebook and pen. Have you seen my handwriting lately though? I’m not sure I even know how to use a pen anymore. And where would the benefit be in writing in a private journal that no one would read? There would be no potential for embarrassing moments at all. That’s not OK.

Yeah, you’re right. I still don’t really have a point. I’m thinner now, though.

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