I haven’t felt like blogging lately. That’s fine, of course, but it does feel strange.
It’s been years and years since my life has been this busy. School, work, sightseeing, meeting new people… my days have been quite full. Too full, sometimes.
I’m not sure if my current state is a blip, or a phase, or something more lasting. No matter, though, because what will be will be. However, I’ve come to suspect that it’s easier (for me) to get sucked into a negative mindset when I have excess time to navel gaze, and read the internet, and ruminate on my life and the world.
Is busy better? Perhaps for me, yes.
I’m writing books and I’m traveling with my sweetie and we’re talking to strangers in school, and I’m mildly freaked about my looming editorial deadline, and the laundry needs to be washed, and the world is still in chaos… and … AND …
And… honestly? I haven’t felt this happy in a while. ☺️