I haven’t decided whether I’m doing NaBloPoMo yet. I also haven’t decided if I’m doing NaNoWriMo yet. It’s the third of the freaking month, and one goal is to push myself back into a reading and writing for pleasure space.
I miss books. I have piles of them at home that I want to have read. When I finish one I immediately pick up another. But quite often I’m too tired to pick it up. Stories overwhelm me. I’m not often doing what I’m supposed to be doing or even what I want to be doing. I’m almost never doing something that could be making me better – mind, body and soul.
I feel tired and overwhelmed and lost too often. And the only one who can fix it is me.