All I can do is try to laugh. I am trying to do the right things so that I can get my motivation levels up, but the adjustment combined with the lack of sleep is not making it easy. All of the ideas that I am working on are halted. What’s a girl to do?
3am, every morning, I wake up and stare out the door into the backyard. I just start spinning. Analyzing every word and action of everyone that I am surrounded by. By the time I actually get out of bed at whatever time that may be, I don’t know what the reality is.
I’m one of those crazy people that utilizes a bullet journal. This week’s page has nearly 30 tasks. Many carried over from the week before. Usually I slam out a week’s worth of stuff in a day, but I can barely concentrate on reading, or even watching a 29 minute episode of just about anything. I have managed to keep up with GIRLS. I find most of that show annoying, the characters and actresses in particular. There is no avoiding going back to it week after week though. All because of the character of Adam. The interesting thing about that is, I can not quite determine if his character is my strange TV crush, or if in fact I actually wish that I was his character. If I was to analyze it, I would probably choose the latter … because I was never really a crush kinda girl. In real life, or in the world of TV and movie fantasy.
I’ve also developed a fondness for Crashing. The HBO Show, not the Brit 20 something squatter show … though I did manage to sit through that whole season while sick in bed one day.
In other news, My work is now up and for sale online. The online store is a little strange though. Because work can be ordered on metal or wood. But there is only one dropdown that says surface “gloss” or “wood.” Gloss is the metal.
Here’s a link if anyone cares to buy something. Prices start at $65 for small pieces and hike up with size.
I guess that I will head off and try to accomplish something. I’m really boring with no sleep. I’ve snored you down enough.
I hope that everyone sleeps well tonight. I will be here. Staring out the back door from my bed having some sort of anxiety attack.