Some August Day
“When the pen screams, I write.”
And I feel like screaming this week.
Just a whole ball of emotions: myself, others, family, stuff. It’s like being in the center of a generator with the electricity spiking down to the ground around me, through me, and I just take it.
Thorough exhaustion. My brain feels crammed with too much stuff “To Do”.
– Work “To Do”
– School “To Do”
– Life “To Do”
– Family “To Do”
– Future “To Do”
– Me “To Do”
I need a break. Otherwise I might be the one that breaks. I’ll wake up one morning and have no idea what I’m supposed to do next. No, wait, that’s when I hit 90 or something, dementia doesn’t set in until after retirement, which for my generation may be never…