Tag existential_angst
i This is why people talk about the weather, I say, wiping my eyes. I much prefer these conversations, you say, kissing my years. Theoretically, so do I. Except when they hurt this much. I can’t quite remember how we got to existential angst — except that all paths seem to lead there these days. … ... mehr auf nothingbythebook.com
i Week 4—or do I mean 5?—of the Quarantine and time has lost all meaning. I joke, kinda, sorta. Time still is, an there are still many of the usual anchors to each day and week. Walk the dogs, feed the kids, Write, rest, read, write. Taco Tuesday on Wednesdays, and, of course, Laundry Monday. … ... mehr auf nothingbythebook.wordpress.com
i I began the year with three and a half exhilarating weeks at work, followed by a massive setback/roadblock/slam into a brick wall that had me screaming, not just into a pillow, but into my headset on a Teams call—my director slid off their headphones so as not to puncture their eardrums—and plunged me into … ... mehr auf nothingbythebook.com
1 I’m still in my 40s today, and as I move from the decade some friends tell me was the best decade of their lives to the one other friends tell me is the best of theirs, I’m trying to come to terms with my utterly irrational hatred of the number 5. I don’t want … ... mehr auf nothingbythebook.com
November 1, Friday I’m going to Disneyland! Well, actually, I’m not. My son and his cousin are being taken to Disneyland by their grandma. I’m coming along for the ride and for support. I’m not going to the parks. I’m going to write and revise and relax. And maybe play. I am two scenes short … ... mehr auf nothingbythebook.com
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