Sometimes I wonder why I don’t dare to write as honestly as my brain thinks. I guess there’s always the apprehension of people reading into my posts, and misunderstanding my point of view, but honestly no one really reads all this. It’s really more for me.
Today we had friends over for lunch, and it was a good time of catching up. Sometimes, it feels like life could really be much easier if we let it. Like just enjoying a lunch, and having a time of catching up. Or having a moment to just be ourselves and silly as we talk about random things. I enjoyed those days growing up, and maybe I should make more space for things like that as I grow older.
My finger was cut really bad yesterday, but at least it stopped bleeding today. It’s got a deep gash, but hopefully it heals and doesn’t get infected. There’s no pus, or swelling. Just an open wound. Hopefully it closes soon, so i can get back to things.
Every now and then i’ll get a cut like this, and honestly it’s so annoying. Resets my climb, and my work schedule. It’s just not fun being slow. I don’t like that at all.
Hopefully this work and rest thing, and this friends things make sense. Anyway, I’m tired and incoherent. Goodnight.
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