I’m tired today. On this day of all days, I’m feeling particularly withdrawn and tired.
I’m sure that me remembering what today is had something to do with why I’m so withdrawn. I thought it would be a little different this time around with me coming to terms with my father’s death, but I still miss the guy and there’s no healing with that.
It is what it is and there’s no way around. It had been a part of my life for quite some time now and today should be no different.
I’m tired.
I stayed up late last night fixing pictures, things that I could have totally put off today, but for some reason, I decided to stick it through, even though I didn’t finish it until this morning.
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It’s mother’s day today.
I usually don’t do anything special on mother’s day, not even calling mom. It’s just another day and being it that it is this date, it’s not a particularly good day.
I’m sure Uncle Joe will call me and ask me over for a bbq, but I don’t think I’m going. Withdrawn.
Alone.
Solitude.
That all sounds good to me.
I’ll just stay at home and just do what I normally do. It’ll be no different than any other weekend.
I’m tired.
Just so tired.
I shouldn’t stay up past midnight. I get ugly whenever I do.
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Work is winding down as most of the migration is finished. All users are up in the cloud and I have found workarounds with some things, like conference room management.
There are some things that aren’t working particularly well, but I’m sure I’ll come to fix it when I have a chance.
* * *
I need a vacation. I want to just go away and to explore. I need to, for my sanity. I need to just to feel refreshed again.
I need a break and summer isn’t coming fast enough.
Plans are still up in the air with so many things in terms of work and travel.
I’m sure plans will solidify eventually.
They must.
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I think it is time for me to go back to my story.
I’m afraid to write it. Afraid to finish it.
I’m just afraid to do anything with it, overanalyzing everything to death.
I just have to do it.
Write.
Stop thinking and write.