I should be prepping for tonight's livestream, but frankly I'm run dry on ideas. Which is a little strange because usually I'm full of them. Right up until I sit down to write, that is. I sat here for the last ten minutes messing around with an art program trying to come up with something meaty to write an essay on, that wasn't going to make me blow a gasket. There are several of those topics I have gently flagged from a near location with a big red flag labeled 'landmine, do not step...' and they probably aren't the topics you're thinking of, either.
It's been an interesting week, all in all. First week of the year and it's set the tone, or at least that's the theory. Which means this is going to be 2020 too.
Nope. Donwanna. Not doing that again. I'm fortunate enough to be free of a lot of the mess from that year, having forged a new path for myself and my little family in 2021. This year? I'd really like to gain some stability and maybe even carve a new groove. I'm not afraid to get into a rut if that means I can establish routines, remake good habits, and get my life on track. Will I get to do this?
Magic eightball says...
Outcome unclear.
Oh, wait. Was shaking a meatball. No wonder it looks so murky.
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