I no longer maintain a daily routine of journaling. I used to and it used to be my main vehicle for processing the world around me. Writing was very much my own form of therapy. It seems I rarely write anymore.
Why is that?
Well I started school. Which seems to eat up a huge chunk of time and energy. As it should I guess. And my best friend is back in town for a few days and he is always a big distraction. (Not on purpose I’m sure.)
Or also maybe because I didn’t want to stress myself out with one more “thing I had to do” so I just let myself fall out of the habit. Maybe I should make the space for writing in my life again.
Oh did I mention that I start working on Monday. I have a care giving job. There are some huge down sides to the gig, such as it is in Mill Valley and I don’t really want to commute. Plus the administrative assistant woman at this company continues to be a pain in my ass and I can’t seem to shake her. I should have been more assertive with her. But.. I will likely end up loving the clients. It is an elderly couple who need some care in their home several hours a day. And I really dig most old people. So that is big news.