I didn't say I would stop writing all together, I just needed to be relieved of the guilt of not writing every day. The words will come when they come, and when they do, I will write.
Tonight I am feeling such peace and contentment. I am back in my beloved Austin, after a summer of extreme stress, travel and work; I really should have never left this place. Everything was unsettling, unfamiliar, somehow just not right. I traveled to some beautiful places, and I worked really hard and really long hours, but it all felt off, completely wrong.
The whole working in a cubicle staring at numbers thing, another failed experiment. I got sicker by the hour and in turn, got lower and lower. It was another experiment, a failed one, in attempting to live life with this illness while carrying on a 9-5 job. doesn't work.
I drove into town last Saturday and immediately could breathe again. Everything just felt right. Sure, there are things about life I wish I could change, but where I am at when I am in my beloved new home, is pretty wonderful.
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