Sunday Morning Brain Dump
I’m still trying to figure out what to do with this space. I sort of miss long form writing, which is something I’ve largely abandoned in the last couple of years in favor of podcasting, Twitter and Instagram. That’s not to say I’m up for writing 10K words on anything anymore. My attention span can’t fathom that and neither can yours, I bet.
So, yeah, I appreciate the blank canvas and everything. But this particular blank canvas is a bit scary. I was recording a pod yesterday, and the guy I interviewed mentioned a friend of his who’d gotten into the habit of writing at least three pages a day during his free time. It made me feel like I’m not making the best use of my time when I could or should be writing. It also energized me, and I’ve been trying really hard to find and harness that energy lately. So…I’m here writing about…nothing? This is not a “Seinfeld” episode.
What happened to the Mike Joseph that could fill up LiveJournal pages with stories about his dysfunctional-ass job and his dysfunctional-ass family and his dysfunctional-ass self? I think I’m over a lot of that stuff now. I’ve worked it out in therapy, worked it out internally and am-to some extent-on the other side of that pain. I don’t wanna go back there either, because that Mike was a lot more miserable than I am now. But there are new things to write about, right? Or at least there’s a new perspective to write from, as I’m a much different (I hope better) version of me than I was ten or five or even two years ago.
It’s certainly not like there’s nothing going on in my life worth writing about. Things have been ramping back up over the last couple of months, and I feel like yesterday was the first really chill “me” day I’ve had in ages. I’m trying to be careful to not return to the pre-COVID version of my life, and it’s important to take days like yesterday when I don’t feel pulled in directions other than the ones in which I’m pulling myself. So that’s nice. Today might be more of the same.
And maybe at some point today, I’ll figure out what the hell I wanna write about.