I was reading old drafts. They go back to a year an a half ago.
There are (exactly) thirty and it was interesting to read back what was on my mind and how many developed thoughts were left unattended.
That’s what happens when writing isn’t much of a priority.
The topic of priorities has come up often lately and it’s safe to say that I’m rather content with mine: God, family, friends, school, work, the end kinda. Much and many have served as attempts at distractions. I’ve almost succumbed to a few. I haven’t.
It’s rather empowering. There’s definitely a ‘but’ in here.
As I write this, Reba and Boomers are chilling with me. It’s April 4th, 2017.
It’s a big month. It’s a very big month. It’s the month.
Caits and I are anxious but not anxious and putting everything through prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving. It’s. So. Hard. Priorities are being balanced while I’m mentally in 5 places, trying to be present in the moment, and appreciate what’s in front of me.
There’s much to be thankful for. As usual. As always. It’s overwhelming.
Oh, my office is moving downtown. That’s cool. I have a window, corner area to myself and a lot of my compadres are nearby. I’ll be two blocks from a good fried chicken place. And it’s cheaper to eat than at Mission Bay. I’ll miss being waterfront. It’ll be the first time in over a year that I’m not working at a waterfront building.
#spoiledpeopleproblems
I really want to do a recap post. I might try to do that after this month is over and my head has cleared but for now, I’ll push out some W H A C K and R A N D O M posts.
Thanks for chilling 🙂
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