I’m going through some sort of dry spell with my writing. To be honest, I don’t much care.
I go throughout my day doing all the things that I’m supposed to do. I’m in a new Math class that is kicking my ass. All my cats from my cat fostering project have been placed and it’s back to the hum drum and day to day again.
Only thing I’ve been really doing for fun is my art….and even that is getting boring.
Point is I haven’t felt like writing at all. Nothing to say. Hopefully now since I’ve complained out loud to the world once more, I can refocus and pick up a pen again and start to write something relevant.
Seems I’m not going to get much of anywhere without some sort of consistent application.
Just seems like none of it matters anyways. This really is just a journal after all.
Blah, blah, blah, blah blah, blah blah. That’s what I feel.
Loving myself anyways.
J.Rounds (c)2016 ~Peaces of Me