me, lately, i’ve felt poured out, drained, weary.
i’ve come to this space multiple times in the past few weeks, trying to figure out what to write, what to say. and i just don’t know. in fact, i’m almost too tired to even make the effort.
i’m worn out.
how do you make replete your inner storehouse when everything has been spilled out and used up and gone?
i want to read more off-screen and learn more and think more – and consequently – write more. but i don’t feel like i’m cultivating a lifestyle that allows me to do that.
i’m tired of having my phone constantly in hand, especially since i use it as a defense mechanism when i’m worn out socially. this is, needless to say, an issue. and i want to work it out.
my unofficial new year’s resolution was basically to grow up.
at the time i phrased it, “being a better me,” although i knew it wasn’t about being better. it was about being more responsible. it was about acting 23 instead of just being 23.
this month has been the time where i kick myself back into gear, placing first in my life what needs to be and setting other commitments and interests aside.
a constant digital hovering, as i refer to reading social media but not actually engaging on them, needs to go. and a frequent digital presence must necessarily follow it.
i keep on thinking about a twitter break but i keep not doing it.
i probably should.
i probably will.
but i think calling a ceasefire with an assault of information will give my neurons the strength and focus they need to fire on target more consistently than they have been.