Today was okay. Unusual developments with my news job meant more work for me, and I'm still waiting on work that normally arrives early in the day. This is a little frustrating. The rest of my day was fine, just slow.
I'll be on a podcast tomorrow and will post a link when it's live. That will hopefully be good. We'll be revisiting my high school years at Summit School for the Arts. It's a story I'm glad is being told somewhere.
Last night I dreamed that my uncle 
Also last night, an old friend called me out of the blue. It had been years since we'd spoken, and it was great to hear from her. For some reason, I've found myself doing lots of reconnecting with people from my past in the last month.
I've skipped my regular coffee shop visits the last couple of afternoons due to the extreme cold. With the absolute temp below zero, the windchill is brutal. Standing outside the coffee shop when it's that cold isn't much fun. So I've been staying home.
I confess, I've mostly just been being a blob, watching tv and working only the bare minimum. Part of me feels a little guilty about this. Part of me is afraid that I won't have enough money if I don't take on more work. But the rest of me is reveling in the sloth, particularly as my whole last year was extremely busy. Too busy, perhaps.
In Q4 alone, I published two novels and did a ton of client work. In a way, I feel like I did that to create space in what's become the present moment. Now that I'm experiencing this space, I feel no great desire to fill it with anything. Instead, I want to hibernate.
I'm trying to take advantage of this feeling while it lasts. My natural tendency is to fill downtime with productivity. This is usually useful, but it can hinder certain kinds of slow processing. For me, even though it's mostly unconscious, this slow processing is important. I imagine it plays a role in the integration of new information.
Tomorrow, I'll summarize inspiring news articles and appear on that podcast. I'll go to the grocery store two blocks away but will try not to leave the house otherwise. At some point, I may dive into the next novel, though what I've got so far isn't super inspiring. It's set in the distant future, the characters aren't compelling, and I might end up scrapping the work entirely to start over fresh.
(Feature image from Pixabay.)
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